Yang Tiancheng ordered ten bottles of Wuliangye liquor, so how could the waitress not be happy? She would get a commission of 250 yuan for those ten bottles, which was equivalent to several days' income for her working at the restaurant. Usually, most of the customers who come here to eat drink liquors that cost tens or hundreds of yuan. Customers who drink high-end liquor are relatively few. Moreover, with so many waitresses in the restaurant, no one knows which one will be lucky enough to encounter such a customer.
After the waiter hurriedly went to get the drinks, Yang Tiancheng said with a smile, "I felt an instant connection with Mr. Zhou when we met at Manager Gao's factory that day. I had been wanting to find some time to get together with you, but I've been busy these past two days. Today I had some free time, and I happened to see Manager Gao's car on the highway, and then I saw Mr. Zhou inside, so I followed him over. I was thinking of inviting Mr. Zhou to have a meal and a chat, is that alright?"
Zhou Xuan smiled and said, "Of course."
Yang Tiancheng's words were mostly lies. What was he trying to do? Was he testing him or did he have some other motive? In any case, Zhou Xuan wanted to find out his background. However, Yang Tiancheng's attempt to get him drunk and extract information was exactly what Zhou Xuan wanted. With his special abilities, he could drink ten bottles of alcohol, or even a thousand or ten thousand bottles, without any threat.
Gao Mingyuan was very unhappy, but he dared not say much in front of Yang Tiancheng. Even though he now had tens of millions of assets, he still dared not go too far in front of Yang Tiancheng. He originally wanted to have a good time with Zhou Xuan to promote their friendship and build a relationship so that they could cooperate with Zhou Xuan in the future. However, Yang Tiancheng snatched this opportunity away halfway.
As for treating someone, even without the tens of millions in Zhou Xuan's tips, Gao Mingyuan, with his annual salary of over a million, could easily afford to treat Zhou Xuan to a few meals and a few days of fun. It was not something he couldn't afford or bear.
Regardless of Gao Mingyuan's wishes, Yang Tiancheng didn't care about him at all. If it weren't for Zhou Xuan's intention, he would have even pushed Gao Mingyuan aside and let him talk to Zhou Xuan alone in the room.
The waiter quickly brought the wine and placed it in the corner. The waiter opened a bottle, and Gao Mingyuan, with his sharp eyes, spotted a one-dollar bill inside. He opened his mouth to ask the waiter to give it to him, but remembering that they were in front of Zhou Xuan and Yang Tiancheng, he swallowed his words. It would be too embarrassing to argue with the waiter over a dollar. He had to be careful; he wasn't with his bunch of cronies now, and the atmosphere had to be more sophisticated.
High-end liquor stores usually keep some cash, such as US dollars or Hong Kong dollars, inside. Generous customers will not argue with the waiter, while stingy customers will ask the waiter to give them the money inside.
Zhou Xuan and Yang Tiancheng, however, were completely oblivious to this, and wouldn't pay any attention to it. They were almost always trying to probe each other.
The two simply had different ideas. Zhou Xuan wanted to uncover his secrets to see if they were related to the drug dealer he wanted to take over, while Yang Tiancheng wanted to get information out of Zhou Xuan and win him over so that they could cooperate and use his abilities to make more money.
But Yang Tiancheng also knew that Zhou Xuan had a net worth of over 10 billion yuan, so it would be difficult to succeed with ordinary conditions. He would have to offer some reasonably generous terms to get him to agree.
People like Yang Tiancheng are masters at exploiting people's weaknesses and understanding human nature. In China, he has already taken down many officials. His motto is: "If you like money, I'll give you money; if you like houses, I'll give you houses; if you like beautiful women, I'll give you beautiful women. In short, I'll give you whatever you like." Moreover, he is never stingy or reluctant to give, because later, through those who take his money, he will receive even more, dozens of times more, in return.
Yang Tiancheng's current intention with Zhou Xuan was to get information out of him through drinking. It is said that people speak the truth when they are drunk. As long as he could grasp what Zhou Xuan wanted most, Yang Tiancheng would seize the opportunity and was not afraid of failing to win Zhou Xuan over.
The waiter opened the bottle and filled three glasses, then stepped aside. Yang Tiancheng picked up a glass, examined it, and said with dissatisfaction, "This glass is about the size of a thumb. Go get some bigger glasses. Drinking is about enjoying yourself to the fullest. These glasses are too small. Get us some new glasses quickly."
Zhou Xuan smiled and remained silent, offering no objection. Yang Tiancheng was secretly observing him. Seeing Zhou Xuan's expression, he knew that since Zhou Xuan didn't object, things would be easier.
Yang Tiancheng was naturally unaware that his actions were exactly what Zhou Xuan wanted. Even if Yang Tiancheng was a god of wine, he couldn't outdrink Zhou Xuan's bottomless ability to devour alcohol.
The waiter brought over three large beer glasses and asked, "Sir, are these enough? If not, you'd better tidy up and bring me three large bowls instead."
Yang Tiancheng chuckled and glanced at the waiter. She was about twenty-two or twenty-three years old, with a round face, a ponytail, and a few freckles on her face. She was neither pretty nor ugly, but her way of speaking was rather amusing.
"Alright, alright, this is it. Pour the wine." Yang Tiancheng waved his hand. Each of these glasses could hold about three ounces of wine, and one bottle was just enough to fill three glasses.
Seeing the waiter remove the empty bottles, Yang Tiancheng instructed, "You don't need to leave. Just open all those bottles for us, and bring more as soon as you see they're not enough."
The waiter was delighted and quickly replied, "Yes, yes, yes." Generally speaking, waiters are not allowed to leave their posts without permission, but if there are big customers who eat and drink a lot, the boss allows them to serve them separately. In addition, since the customers have taken the initiative to make the request, it is even more appropriate. They have already ordered the full set of signature dishes, which alone cost more than a thousand yuan. Moreover, the Wuliangye liquor they ordered separately has exceeded six thousand yuan. In the case of their farm restaurant, these are top-tier customers.
The waiter filled the glass with wine, then opened two more bottles before asking Yang Tiancheng for leave, saying he needed to report to the manager so the manager could make arrangements.
Yang Tiancheng waved his hand, "Go quickly and come back soon, don't keep us from drinking."
For the past few days, Zhou Xuan had been eating the pheasant in that big basin. It was indeed very delicious. He was already a bit hungry, so why not eat it? If Yang Tiancheng wanted to get him drunk, that was easy to handle.
Yang Tiancheng laughed heartily, raised his glass, and said to Zhou Xuan, "Mr. Zhou, haha, it feels too formal for me to call you Mr. Zhou. I'm thirty-nine this year, a few years older than you, so I'll just call you Brother Zhou, hehehe, let's drink, let's drink. In your country's terms, 'If the relationship is shallow, just take a sip; if the relationship is deep, down it in one gulp.' Brother, come on, come on..."
Yang Tiancheng didn't let Zhou Xuan finish the wine or just take a sip, but he did say the words about "the depth of feelings" beforehand, which was to test Zhou Xuan's reaction.
Zhou Xuan smiled, put down his chopsticks, then picked up his wine glass and said to Yang Tiancheng and Gao Mingyuan, "Come on, since Mr. Yang has spoken, Lao Gao, let's drink."
Gao Mingyuan felt a little better. Although Yang Tiancheng looked down on him, Zhou Xuan never treated him as an outsider and never looked down on him. He immediately raised his glass and clinked it with Zhou Xuan's. When he wanted to clink it with Yang Tiancheng's glass, Yang Tiancheng had already brought the glass to his lips.
Zhou Xuan smiled, held the wine glass to his lips, tilted his head back, and gulped down the whole glass of wine in a few gulps. Yang Tiancheng had only drunk half of his glass, while Gao Mingyuan had drunk a third of it.
Before Yang Tiancheng had even taken his drink out of his glass, seeing Zhou Xuan down his drink in one gulp, he didn't hesitate to finish the rest of his drink as well. He then slammed his empty glass heavily on the table and called to the waiter, "Waiter, pour me some more wine."
After drinking that glass of wine, Zhou Xuan used his supernatural ability to probe Yang Tiancheng's body. He confirmed that Yang Tiancheng had indeed drunk that glass of wine and probed the internal condition of his body. He discovered that Yang Tiancheng's alcohol tolerance should be very high. Judging from the current capacity of his stomach cells, Yang Tiancheng could drink at least two jin (1 kg) of wine, which is quite a large alcohol tolerance.
Zhou Xuan himself didn't drink a single drop; it was all transformed and swallowed. Yang Tiancheng didn't raise any objections to Gao Mingyuan. He didn't care how much Gao Mingyuan drank; drinking less would actually save some wine for Zhou Xuan to drink more.
Zhou Xuan drank the wine and his complexion was normal. Yang Tiancheng probably drinks often, so his complexion was also normal, and he didn't have any special reaction.
Because Yang Tiancheng often drinks, he can generally tell a lot about a person's drinking capacity from their appearance. A thin young man like Zhou Xuan generally can't hold his liquor. Drinking also depends on one's physique. The stronger a person's body and the stronger their resistance, the more they can drink, while the weaker a person's body is, the less they can drink.
However, seeing that Zhou Xuan had downed a large glass of wine without any problems, and his face hadn't even turned red, I was a little surprised. Could it be that I was mistaken?
Judging from Zhou Xuan's expression, he can obviously drink quite a bit, so it's unlikely that he'll succeed easily. If he's an exceptionally heavy drinker with a high alcohol tolerance, then it becomes a problem. Whether he can get the truth out of Zhou Xuan with alcohol is hard to say.
Zhou Xuan smiled, and seeing the waiter refill the glass, he immediately raised it to Yang Tiancheng and said, "Mr. Yang, Lao Gao, come, come, let me offer you a toast."
Gao Mingyuan, who had a low alcohol tolerance, clinked glasses with Zhou Xuan, finishing his previous drink. Yang Tiancheng, like Zhou Xuan, had a full glass, and the two of them finished their drinks in one gulp after clinking glasses.
Zhou Xuan deliberately wanted to show off his high alcohol tolerance so that Yang Tiancheng wouldn't be able to get drunk with just a few drinks. He planned to pretend to be drunk himself when Yang Tiancheng was also drunk, even though Yang Tiancheng might have been the one who got drunk first. This way, he could carry out the plan that Yang Tiancheng wanted to do to him.
Yang Tiancheng was truly surprised that Zhou Xuan far exceeded his expectations. He immediately waved to the waiter to pour more wine. After downing four glasses of wine, he had drunk almost a bottle by himself. Zhou Xuan, on the other hand, wasted Wuliangye, gulping it all down, while Gao Mingyuan drank a large glass.
Yang Tiancheng's face gradually turned red. He was of medium build, with a protruding belly, clearly someone who lived a privileged life. After drinking so much alcohol, even though he had a high alcohol tolerance, he couldn't handle it. He quickly grabbed his chopsticks and ate vegetables and pheasant to neutralize the effects of the alcohol in his stomach.
Seeing that Yang Tiancheng was about 60% drunk, Zhou Xuan knew that if he poured him another glass or two, it would cause problems. So he picked up his glass again and said with a smile, "Mr. Yang, come, come, drink up. This wine is sweet, and you won't get drunk no matter how much you drink."
As the saying goes, when a drinker says he can't get drunk and that the wine tastes sweet, it means he's drunk. Only a drunk person won't admit that he's drunk.
"Drink, drink, drink... drink alcohol!" Yang Tiancheng was delighted. Zhou Xuan's expression meant that he was probably about to finish drinking. He had been marveling at his drinking capacity, but it seemed that he was still a bit inferior to him.
After finishing the drink, Yang Tiancheng tried to calm his churning stomach, then secretly glanced at Zhou Xuan. He saw that Zhou Xuan's face was flushed, and his head and body were swaying slightly, as if he was indeed about to get drunk.
"Brother, it's a pity I didn't get to know you sooner. When we first met at Manager Gao's place, I immediately thought you were a very talented person." Yang Tiancheng instructed the waiter to pour more wine while praising Zhou Xuan. Few people don't like to hear flattery.
Zhou Xuan chuckled, and said, seemingly with a slight slur, "Mr. Yang, you really know how to talk. What do you usually like to do, Mr. Yang?"
“I…hehe…” Yang Tiancheng chuckled and immediately said, “Me? I’m a very unambitious person, and I’m not afraid of Brother Zhou laughing at me. Besides eating and drinking, my other hobbies are gambling and women, hehe…”
As Yang Tiancheng spoke, he kept his eyes on Zhou Xuan, trying to observe his facial expressions to see if there was anything unusual about him.