Without a second thought, the rich young man pulled out his checkbook and quickly wrote a check for five million. This was basically the largest amount he could come up with right now. After thinking for a moment, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small remote-controlled car. He handed it to Manager Huang along with the five million check and said, "Here's a five million check, and a Maserati. It's only been here for two months and it's already parked in the nightclub's parking lot. I've spent three million two hundred and twenty thousand on it!"
After saying that, the rich young man stared at Zhou Xuan and asked, "Do you dare to take this?"
Zhou Xuan smiled faintly, handed the bank card to Manager Huang, and said, "I'll transfer ten million to your nightclub's account first. You can verify my ability to pay. If I lose the bet, I'll sign the form to confirm. If I win, I naturally won't sign it!"
Zhou Xuan spoke casually, but it startled the fat man, Manager Huang, and the rich young master. Even the countless guests below the stage were stunned. Ten million was not like an ordinary nouveau riche. Ten million was not a million or a hundred yuan that could be casually displayed. However, none of the thousands of guests in the hall recognized Zhou Xuan and had no idea about his background.
Manager Huang was stunned for a moment, but still called the receptionist to bring over a mobile POS machine. "After Zhou Xuan entered the password, the receipt came out. If the balance on the card is not enough to pay ten million, it will show as unsuccessful. If the payment is successful, it means that there is enough money in the bank card."
Zhou Xuan took the receipts, waved them at Manager Huang and Fan, and said, "Two checks, one for one million and one for five million, plus a three million Maserati, totaling nine million. The remaining one million is for the drinks, of course, only if I lose. If I win, that's a different story!"
Seeing that Zhou Xuan actually had the ability to pay such a large sum of money, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, especially the rich young master, who had bet over eight million by himself. "If he can't win this unfair bet, he might as well find a block of tofu and kill himself." "Winning is a sure thing, but if Zhou Xuan can't come up with the money, this bet will be for nothing." "At first, we just wanted to mess with Zhou Xuan and make him look bad in front of the pretty women," but now it has turned into a life-or-death bet. Winning would be great, but losing would mean putting ourselves in danger.
This sum of money represents the maximum allowable amount of business activity his father permitted. It's only for large-scale business transactions. If he loses the bet, he'll definitely face a tough time in front of his father. Besides, there's a Maserati involved, which is a valuable asset he worked so hard to regain!
A person like him can give up anything, but he absolutely must save face.
Each of the people present had their own thoughts. The fat man, the rich young master, Manager Huang, and the thousands of spectators in the hall all believed that Zhou Xuan was bound to lose. Zhang Lei, who was standing there dumbfounded, also did not believe that Zhou Xuan could win. She just couldn't speak. If she wanted to fight, she knew that Zhou Xuan was incredibly skilled and that she was no match for him. She had just argued with him when he struck her pressure points and she couldn't speak anymore. If she continued to be stubborn and he struck her so many times that she couldn't move, what should she do?
But if he didn't resist, what would he do if Zhou Xuan lost the drinking contest and got completely drunk? Escaping from this pack of wolves wouldn't be easy.
Of course, only Zhou Xuan himself knew what the outcome would be. He was taking advantage of the alcohol to vent all his resentment on these people. Anyway, none of them were good people, so it would be a good thing to deal with them.
A few people were writing checks to discuss the betting, which took some time. Meanwhile, countless people below the stage were shouting, "Drink, drink, drink up! What's the point of all this fuss?"
What these people really want to see is a drinking contest where people drink themselves to death. They have no interest in anything else at this point. Ideally, someone would drink themselves to death, but it wouldn't be their problem if they died. They wouldn't have to take responsibility, and they could still watch a spectacle. Naturally, they would enjoy that.
"Let's have a feast!" Zhou Xuan said to Manager Huang without hesitation. "However many bottles their people drink first, I'll drink the same number. As long as I don't pass out, the betting continues. If I pass out, I lose. No matter how many of their people pass out, as long as there are still people standing, the betting isn't lost."
Manager Huang chuckled. He had never seen such a fool before. He immediately instructed the waiters to arrange the wine bottles in a square formation in the middle of the table, like a castle, with about two hundred bottles in total.
Zhou Xuan thought for a moment, then pointed at the fat man and the rich young master and said, "How many of you are there? Decide now. If you wait, and all your men fall down, you'll have to call for more. That would be too troublesome and time-consuming. Calling people one by one would be like calling your auntie and your second auntie. It would take a whole month to finish!"
"Okay, okay, okay..."
The fat man and the rich young master didn't even hesitate and nodded. The rich young master had at least a hundred men, so the fat man didn't even need to count his men; he only needed to count himself.
Manager Huang acted as an intermediary and had the waiter count the number of people the wealthy young man had brought; there were a total of 116 people.
Zhou Xuan nodded, then asked, "Alright, that makes 116 people. Any problems? If not, let's begin!"
The fat man and the rich young man both shook their heads; of course, they had no problem with it.
Manager Huang personally presided over the meeting, holding the microphone and having the wealthy young man's group send out five people first. The waiter opened five bottles of wine, and the five people each took a sip and drank without hesitation.
Since we're here, we're going to drink. But the people who drink first will definitely lose out, because the young people who gamble on drinking can't possibly beat them. The people at the back won't even have to drink; they'll just get paid for nothing.
If Zhou Xuan were to be drunk by just five bottles of wine, all five of them were thinking of asking for an extra hundred yuan afterwards. According to their estimation, Zhou Xuan would basically be knocked out in the first round. Manager Huang, Fatty, the rich young master, and several thousand audience members all thought the same thing. Zhou Xuan couldn't win, especially since he had already drunk five bottles of wine, while the other side was full of fresh blood.
The five men each finished a bottle of wine without much effort. For them, drinking a bottle quickly was a bit strenuous, but not unbearable. However, drinking two bottles was impossible. But with so many people coming, how could it be their turn to drink two bottles? One bottle per person would amount to more than a hundred bottles. Even if each young man were a vat, it would be filled to the brim, let alone one person!
The waitress took the wine bottle and placed it on the edge of the table so that everyone could see it and it would be easier to count later.
The five men who had finished drinking all turned red in the face, and some of them staggered off the stage. "Now that they've drunk the wine, it's someone else's turn to go on stage, so it's probably none of their business anymore."
Zhou Xuan didn't need Manager Huang to remind him; he knew it was his turn. Several female waitresses also came forward and opened five more bottles, placing the wine in front of Zhou Xuan.
Manager Huang waved his hand and shouted, "Lighting manager, turn off the dance lights and turn on the main lights!"
As soon as the flashing dance lights were turned off, a series of "click-clack" sounds rang out, and dozens of large lights in the hall came on, illuminating the hall so brightly that everything could be seen clearly.
All eyes turned to Zhou Xuan. Without pretending, Zhou Xuan picked up a bottle in each hand and gulped it down, making loud gurgling noises. Everyone could see the yellow liquid in the bottle flowing quickly into Zhou Xuan's mouth, and he swallowed it hard, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
Of course, the wine only reached the Adam's apple before Zhou Xuan used his special ability to convert and devour it. He didn't feel any stimulation at all. Alcohol only takes effect after it reaches the stomach; it doesn't numb or stimulate people just because it passes through the mouth.
Drinking alcohol like this was of course no difficulty for Zhou Xuan. Unlike people with a high alcohol tolerance, who urinate more when they drink too much because it causes bloating, the alcohol Zhou Xuan drank was completely absorbed and did not harm his body in the slightest.
Zhou Xuan quickly finished two bottles of wine, then put down the empty bottles without saying a word. He bent down, picked up two more bottles, and poured them straight into his mouth without even giving himself a moment to catch his breath. This action startled everyone!
These two bottles of wine took even longer than the first two. After finishing them, Zhou Xuan put the empty bottles on his feet, warmed them up, picked up the last bottle, and poured it directly into his mouth, leaving everyone stunned.
Another bottle of wine was quickly finished. Zhou Xuan threw the bottle down and then looked at Manager Huang, the fat young master, and the other two. He tilted his head and asked, "It's your turn again, isn't it? This time there are more of you. Drinking a few bottles at a time is too much trouble!"
Zhou Xuan was telling the truth, but the fat man, the rich young man, and everyone in the audience thought that Zhou Xuan was being provocative. Although they felt that Zhou Xuan was still going to lose, and was sure to lose, the amount of alcohol he had just shown was already frightening. At this moment, although Zhou Xuan had drunk five bottles of foreign liquor in one go, there was no sign of him being unable to handle it, and his face didn't even turn red any more!
The fat man and the rich young master were both stunned. Manager Huang, being more experienced, chuckled and exclaimed, "Awesome!" Then he waved to the helpers the rich young master had brought and said, "You, ten of you, come over in order!"
Following Zhou Xuan's instructions, Manager Huang called ten people forward this time, thinking that ten bottles at once would be enough for Zhou Xuan to handle, and he might even drink himself to death.
Zhou Xuan waved his hand and said, "Ten is too few, let's have thirty. They can drink together with thirty people, and I'll drink at the same time. Put thirty bottles of wine on each side, and then switch people after they're finished. That way it will save time."
Zhou Xuan also knew that each of the people who came could easily drink a bottle of wine. If they took turns drinking, how long would it take?
Looking at Zhou Xuan's thin body, it was hot, and he wasn't wearing much—just short sleeves and thin pants. There was no way he could hide anything. Besides, this place belonged to Manager Huang and his nightclub. There was no way Zhou Xuan could do anything under the watchful eyes of everyone. Even if he wanted to, he couldn't hide it from anyone!
Manager Huang, the fat man, and the rich young master were both excited and thrilled. They thought to themselves, "He's really asking for trouble. He just drank five bottles, and now thirty people are going to drink with him at the same time. He's going to drink himself to death!"
It seems that Zhou Xuan must be a thick-skinned person who doesn't show any signs of alcohol when drinking. Otherwise, how could he drink so much without showing any signs of alcohol on his face?
Manager Huang made the decision, waving his hand to call over a few more waiters, who brought out sixty bottles of wine, thirty on each side. Zhou Xuan snapped his fingers, said nothing, and took a bottle of wine to drink.
Upon seeing Zhou Xuan's action, the thirty burly men opposite him immediately realized what was happening and quickly grabbed their wine bottles to drink. They drank at the same time, some faster and some slower, but obviously not all of them had an amazing capacity for alcohol. Eight or nine of them collapsed and lost consciousness after drinking more than half of their wine.
Of the thirty people, nearly twenty finished their drinks. Looking at Zhou Xuan's side, he had already effortlessly downed nearly ten bottles. This speed stunned everyone on and off the stage!
Zhou Xuan's presence was becoming increasingly unbelievable to them. At first, they thought it was impossible for him to drink five bottles, but he did and was perfectly fine. Now they thought it was impossible for him to finish thirty bottles, but he had already drunk ten and was still fine, and then two more bottles were empty!
Zhou Xuan's drinking speed was basically determined by how long it took him to finish pouring the bottle upside down.