High-ranking officials and nobles wouldn't come here to show off, but their sons and daughters are another story. The Crown Prince's gang is out causing trouble, and they're not afraid to expose the truth. You can't do anything about them once they've caused trouble. So, if a shop opens and makes money steadily, then that shop must have some significant background.
The manager chuckled and said, "Your drinking contest has attracted a lot of attention. It's so crowded that people in the back can't see anything, and people in the front are too crowded. I think it would be better if you went up to the platform, where everyone can see you. That way, the contest will be more exciting!"
Zhou Xuan had drunk a few glasses of liquor at first. The liquor wasn't particularly strong initially, but it had a powerful aftereffect, and now it was taking effect. Completely oblivious to the consequences, he shouted, "...Fine, you lot!" Pointing at the three men who hadn't passed out, he arrogantly added, "You can call your helpers! Call all your relatives, all your extended family! I'll drink it all by myself. Those who pass out will be carried away. Whoever is still standing at the end wins, and they pay for the drinks!"
Zhou Xuan's words were like those of a drunkard who didn't know his place. The manager and the rich young master were overjoyed. The manager was happy because the guests were already very interested, which was more captivating than any other show. If they could continue to compete fiercely, the business would probably be even more booming tonight. The rich young master was happy because he thought he was going to lose, but Zhou Xuan arrogantly said that he could call more people, as many as he wanted. Wasn't this just letting him win?
Come on, tonight I'll call a whole bunch of people to drink this kid's entire fortune. Not to mention anything else, I'll call fifty people who can drink, one bottle each. These fifty bottles, plus his own fifty bottles, and the ten bottles he's already drunk—one hundred and ten bottles of foreign liquor, each bottle worth over six thousand, one hundred and ten bottles is seven or eight hundred thousand. Let him be arrogant!
The manager was naturally delighted. The drinking contest on the table had already seen each person drink five bottles of wine. The guests were most excited and focused on Zhou Xuan, because he had drunk five bottles by himself. Not only was his capacity for alcohol astonishing, but they were also wondering just how many bottles he could drink.
Moreover, Zhou Xuan arrogantly ordered the rich young master to call people over. The manager's idea was that the more people he called, the better. "It doesn't matter if there are a hundred or two hundred people. The more people come, the more wine he can sell in this game tonight will be worth over a million. How can he not be happy?"
Zhang Lei was the most anxious. She grabbed Zhou Xuan's hand and pulled hard, thinking to herself, "This guy, I just thought he had the upper hand, but who knew he would be so impatient? What should we do now? If that rich kid brings a hundred or eighty people over, Zhou Xuan will definitely lose. I'm not afraid of losing a lot of money on drinks, because I know Zhou Xuan has endless money." The main concern was that drinking so much would cause serious problems. Besides, who knows if his fighting skills will still be effective when he's drunk?
If the rich kid wanted to beat someone up later, he would definitely have the advantage of numbers. Even if Zhou Xuan's martial arts were superb, what use would a master who was drunk be?
"Zhou Xuan, what's wrong with you? How can you act like this? You're not a god, you can't fight against countless people all by yourself! Even if it's just water, one bottle per person would be enough to kill you!"
Zhou Xuan pulled her to his side, bent down and whispered in her ear, "You're wrong. Let me tell you, I am a god!"
After saying that, he waved to the manager and the rich young man and said, "Okay, let's go up on the stage first, and we'll drink while we wait for your people to come over!"
The rich young man naturally didn't object. If Zhou Xuan hadn't told him to call someone, he was prepared to have someone beat up Zhou Xuan if he really lost the drinking contest. The manager knew him, so he probably wouldn't turn against him for this stranger.
As he walked, he kept telling people to hurry up and bring over more people, the more people who could drink, the better!
Without him even giving any instructions, the rich kid's two brothers took out their phones and called over their drinking buddies. Anyway, that was Zhou Xuan's intention, so he didn't try to hide it.
The manager did have some insight. When he secretly observed Zhou Xuan, he realized that he wasn't really drunk. He was slightly intoxicated, but he was definitely not drunk and confused. Moreover, he didn't seem like the kind of person who was about to commit suicide after a setback or was causing trouble everywhere to vent his anger. Considering that he had just drunk an astonishing five bottles of foreign liquor, could he really be a hidden master?
It was just too unbelievable. No matter what, he found it hard to believe that one person could outdrink a dozen or twenty people. Judging from the rich young man's appearance, he definitely wouldn't stop until he called over dozens of people.
Zhou Xuan has angered him so much that even if the rich young master doesn't bring people to beat him up badly, he'll at least send people to drink Zhou Xuan's millions of dollars worth of alcohol. If that's the case, it's even more unbearable than beating him up!
However, they naturally could not have imagined that Zhou Xuan's wealth—hundreds of millions, or even tens of millions or hundreds of millions—was as insignificant to him as plucking a hair from a tree.
Furthermore, although Zhou Xuan is wealthy, in reality, it is others who take the lead in his company and shops, and he himself does not appear in public. Therefore, the wealthy merchants who have dealings with him have basically never seen him. So, no one recognizes Zhou Xuan standing here at this moment. Otherwise, if someone did recognize him, they wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.
Zhang Lei was very angry, but she couldn't pull him away or persuade him, so she had no choice but to follow him onto the stage.
While instructing the waiters to bring out large quantities of imported liquor and set it on the table, the manager loudly proclaimed into the microphone, "Please be quiet, everyone. We have a few guests playing small gambling games today that I find quite interesting, so we'll pause all the entertainment so you can watch them gamble and have some fun, okay?"
The crowd below erupted in a cacophony of laughter and shouts. Seeing the momentum was strong, far more energetic than their previous singing performance, the manager chuckled and said, "Alright, let me first explain their betting rules to everyone. And this gentleman..."
Pointing to Zhou Xuan and Zhang Lei, he said, "This gentleman and this beautiful lady are together, but the bet is only being wagered on this gentleman alone. On this side are these three gentlemen, though there were five of them before. Two of their companions have already passed out. The game is this: this gentleman is betting on drinking with these three gentlemen. The bet is based solely on the amount of alcohol consumed, not the number of people." How much the three drink, that gentleman drinks the same amount. Currently, the five of them have each drunk one bottle, and that gentleman has drunk five bottles. The bet is still going on. What's even more exciting is that this gentleman allows his opponents to call more people to come and help. As for how many helpers to call to drink, there's no limit. Doesn't that sound interesting?"
"That was... fucking awesome... ...so manly..."
"Damn it, you son of a bitch, this is idiot!" And you call yourself a man...
Upon hearing the guest who called him stupid, Zhou Xuan, whose supernatural abilities had already detected him—a fat man in his forties, seemingly a nouveau riche—immediately pulled Zhang Lei over, grabbed the microphone from the manager, and chuckled, "That boss... I also think I'm a bit stupid. How about we do something even sillier? Interested?"
The fat man immediately stood up and shouted, "What kind of show do you want? Tell me and let's see if you're interested!"
Zhou Xuan pushed Zhang Lei in front of him, smiling, and said, "Don't you think my girlfriend is pretty?"
The fat man wasn't far away, and Zhang Lei doesn't like to wear makeup or dress up, so it's obvious at a glance that she's bare-faced. She's so beautiful without any makeup or styling, that's truly beautiful. Besides, Zhang Lei's temperament is definitely very different from those women of the night; she'd be willing to spend more money on someone like that.
"Beautiful, very beautiful!" the fat man exclaimed loudly. But then he changed his tone, adding, "But no matter how beautiful your woman is, she's still yours, not mine. Haha, if you're willing to sell her to me, name your price, and I'd be happy to take her!"
The following words were so filthy and arrogant that countless people in the hall burst into laughter. To be honest, everyone who came here had a desire to seduce women. Who wouldn't want to sleep with a beautiful woman?
When Zhang Lei heard Zhou Xuan tell others that she was his girlfriend and ask if she was pretty, she was stunned. She blushed and her heart raced. She wanted to get angry but couldn't. Then she heard the fat man's rude words and immediately wanted to punch him, but she was too far away and could only grit her teeth in hatred.
Zhou Xuan laughed and said, "Alright, since you have this idea, you can join this betting game. You and your friends can join this camp and bet on alcohol. Let's also add some stakes. You let me name a price, and I'll just name one. How about one million? If you win the alcohol bet, my woman and one million are yours. If you lose, one million is mine. In other words, we each put up one million in betting money, and I'll add a woman to the betting. You're getting a good deal!"
The fat man was overjoyed and immediately agreed. He even hurriedly wrote a check and ran onto the stage with a wide grin. Only when he got closer did Zhang Lei see clearly the fat man's vicious face.
The fat man, upon closer inspection of Zhang Lei's appearance, felt an irresistible urge to seduce her; her angelic beauty was truly alluring.
Zhang Lei finally lost her temper and immediately retorted angrily, "Why are you using me as a bet? I'm not you..."
Before she could finish speaking, Zhou Xuan reached out and covered her mouth, actually using his supernatural power to freeze Zhang Lei's mouth, preventing her from speaking. Then he whispered in her ear, "Once you're here, you have to listen to me. Just stay put, I won't sell you out!" Then he shouted, "Okay, give this check to the manager, he'll be the middleman. I'll hold it here as collateral. If I lose, I'll immediately transfer the money to the person, okay?"
The fat man chuckled and said, "Sure, no problem at all, Manager Huang, here's the check for you!"
As he spoke, he handed the check to the manager. Manager Huang smiled and didn't say anything to express any doubt. In his mind, Zhou Xuan was already destined to lose this bet. No one would doubt it. Firstly, he was familiar with the fat man, and secondly, he knew that the fat man wouldn't lose. The check would be returned to him soon, so it didn't matter.
The fat man looked at Zhang Lei, who was standing next to Zhou Xuan with a flushed face. She was incredibly beautiful, and his heart melted. He couldn't stop smiling for a moment.
The men that the rich young master had summoned had already come over from outside. However, there weren't enough people to stand on the platform, so they were divided into four or five rows. There were about fifty or sixty men on the platform and another fifty or sixty men below the platform, all of them big and burly.
Zhou Xuan overheard one of his men quietly reporting to the rich young man: "Brother Yang, there are 116 people in total. I've promised each of them 500 yuan as a reward. They're all people who can drink normally!"
The rich young man nodded casually. At this moment, a few tens of thousands of yuan was a small amount for him. However, the fat man had gotten a good deal. Zhou Xuan had gambled away his beautiful girlfriend. He had been eyeing the woman for a long time, and now he had suffered a loss. But no matter how much he lost, he had to find some compensation. He couldn't just let him lose some money on drinks. He had to get something back from him as well!
"My men are here, but I'd like to make another bet with you, how about it?" The rich young man seized the opportunity to bring up the topic. After speaking, he stared intently at Zhou Xuan. If the other party didn't agree to this bet, there was nothing he could do. He could secretly go out and deal with him, but he couldn't force him in public.
Zhou Xuan chuckled; he was more than happy to be tricked!
Volume 1, Chapter 577: Incredible
This card... Zhou Xuan expressionlessly took out his wallet from his pocket, then took out the bank card, waved it in front of the rich young man, and said indifferently, "There is enough money in this bank card. You want to gamble? Fine, I have too much money anyway, I can never use it all. If you want to win, then win. You name the amount, as long as you can put it out, I will bet with you. This money will still be managed by Manager Huang here as the middleman, he will keep it safe!"
The rich young man grinned from ear to ear. He had thought that he and his five men would definitely beat him, but he hadn't expected this guy to be so monstrous. He could fight all five of them by himself and didn't seem to be losing. But no matter how much one person can drink, it's impossible for him to outdrink more than a hundred people, right?
If this guy agrees to gamble, isn't that just forcibly stuffing money into his own hands?