My stall is a bit fierce

They all came, Zhao Zifeng didn't intend to back down, he just stepped forward and sat on the couch swaggeringly, and said with a smile: "Of course I'm here to drink, can't I still joke with you?"

"Drink? Which onion do you have? Do you deserve to drink with me?"

A domineering young man in a patterned suit stood up and shouted, not paying attention to Zhao Zifeng at all.

He is Tianheng and Tianshao of Thirteen Lines, and his father is a real estate tycoon in Jinhai City.

His identity is known to everyone in Jinhai City. He likes to do nothing on weekdays, makes troubles all day long, and does not do his job properly. He can be regarded as the most typical of many dudes.

This kind of rich second generation is the most disgusting to Zhao Zifeng.

But Zhao Zifeng didn't intend to do anything at this moment, he knew that if he did, it would inevitably cause follow-up things to happen.

Can Tian Shao automatically and consciously get out of the nightclub without hurting him?
I don't have much hatred with him, and I won't shoot him to disable him.

With a flash of inspiration, Zhao Zifeng thought that the non-drunk mode that the system had just turned on for himself should be effective.

Thinking about it, Zhao Zifeng smiled at Tianshao: "Tianshao, I heard that you are here in the nightclub, that is a hundred cups! I wonder if you are interested in competing with me?"

After the words fell, the young masters next to Tian Shao sneered and said, "Cut, what is your identity? Will our Tian Shao compete with you?"

Zhao Zifeng shook his head helplessly, and murmured in a low voice: "Oh? So that's the case. It seems that Tianshao's title of never pouring a hundred cups is covered, and he dare not even accept this kind of challenge!"

These words directly provoked Tian Shao's anger, and immediately slapped the table with one hand, pointed at Zhao Zifeng and shouted: "Hmph! I wouldn't dare? But you, who are you?"

"I'm just a vendor in the pedestrian street, but I've never met an opponent when it comes to wine or taste. Today I met Tian Shao and I just plan to compete."

After hearing this, the sons and young masters couldn't help laughing, covered their stomachs, and said with a smile: "Haha, when will a street vendor dare to challenge us?"

It's asking for trouble!
Tian Shao looked at Zhao Zifeng up and down, with a smile on the corner of his mouth: "You can bet with me, but what chips do you have?"

Zhao Zifeng casually took out a few pieces of jade pendants from his pocket, these are all antiques, and the market value is more than [-] yuan.

"Here are a few pieces of precious jade from my family, worth hundreds of thousands!"

However, in Tianshao's eyes, 10 yuan is just a fleeting moment, and he seems to be short of the [-] yuan?

He snorted and made a condition: "If you lose, then follow me this month and be my pug, remember to get on all fours!"

This kind of humiliating method is only conceivable by these rich second generations.

Zhao Zifeng nodded casually and said, "Then what if you lose?"

When the sound came out, everyone in the box couldn't help laughing,

"No way, you really think you can beat Tianshao. Our Tianshao is born with a good capacity for alcohol, and with these years of training, let alone a hundred cups, even a thousand cups will not be poured!"

"That's right, you are competing with us Tian Shao, can't you wait to follow Tian Shao and become a pug dog?"

There was laughter everywhere, but Zhao Zifeng didn't take it seriously, and sat quietly on the sofa.

And Tian Shao also laughed at him, not paying attention to Zhao Zifeng at all.

Zhao Zifeng ignored it and said directly: "If you lose, you won't be able to come to this nightclub anymore!"

"Oh? It seems that you really think I will lose! Okay!" Tian Shao agreed with disapproval.

Afterwards, he stretched his muscles, snapped his fingers and shouted to the waiter, "Waiter! Bring the wine, I want the highest quality wine!"

Then, the waiter served a variety of spirits, including rum, vodka, whiskey...

These are all spirits with an alcohol concentration of more than 70.00%, and ordinary people will pour them down if they have less than five glasses, not to mention that they come in bottles.

In fact, Zhao Zifeng doesn't drink very well. In the past, the company's entertainment was because of his poor drinking capacity, so he often couldn't talk about business.

But now, he still has lingering fears, wondering if the system has lied to him.

Tian Shao tilted his head and looked at Zhao Zifeng contemptuously, picked up a bottle of vodka with disdain on his face, and poured it directly down his throat.

Immediately, all the members exclaimed, and the young master and the young lady accompanying the wine couldn't help covering their mouths and even stopped breathing.

This vodka has an alcohol concentration of 70.00% five, three or two glasses can drink a person down, but Tian Shao blows it directly into his mouth?
"Ton ton ton..."

A bottle of vodka was quickly consumed by Tian Shao, and there was instant applause.

Many sons and young masters said flatteringly: "As expected of Tian Shao, this drinker is really good!"

After drinking vodka, Tianshao was somewhat dizzy, shook his head and calmed down, and sneered at Zhao Zifeng: "It's your turn! Boy, it's still too late to admit defeat, don't get gastritis when you drink it !"

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Zifeng looked at the bottle of vodka, swallowed, slowly opened the bottle cap, closed his eyes and poured it into his mouth.

However, something miraculous happened. The vodka was choking and spicy when it first entered the mouth, but when it flowed into the throat, it directly turned into plain water!
"Huh?" Zhao Zifeng was at a loss, then took a second sip, and it was the same!

It's done!This is almost the same as boiled water!

"Tons, tons, tons!"

Soon, Zhao Zifeng also drank a bottle of vodka directly.

This scene also shocked everyone in the audience, and everyone couldn't help asking.

"Who is this kid? He can drink!"

"I'm afraid I didn't grow up drinking Erguotou, but now I have a little capacity for alcohol."

"Hmph, you're a vulgar person, no matter how much you drink, you can't drink enough!"

Seeing that Zhao Zifeng drank up a bottle of vodka, Tian Shao sneered and said, "Hey, the kid can drink quite well!"

After that, he picked up another bottle of rum and poured it into his mouth, but this time his speed obviously slowed down.

At this time, Zhao Zifeng's system popped up a message.

"Reminder, the host has turned on the non-drunk mode, and there is half an hour left."

Have a time limit?
Zhao Zifeng frowned suddenly, and another message came from the system at this moment.

"The host wants to increase the time, so he needs to set up a stall and sell all kinds of wine to replenish the time!"

Sure enough, this is still a stall system. Zhao Zifeng thought about it seriously, and he did sell a few bottles of Erguotou yesterday, about three bottles for about half an hour.

Unexpectedly, there are quite a lot of tricks in this three-level system.

But the problem that made Zhao Zifeng worry came, there is half an hour left, if this guy doesn't fall within half an hour, then he has no chance to win!
Thinking of this, Zhao Zifeng must win as quickly as possible!

Thinking about it, Zhao Zifeng took a bottle of rum and poured it into his mouth without saying a word, and the speed was astonishing, as if he was drinking plain water, so scared that everyone dared not disturb him.

"Ton ton ton..."

Here, before Tian Shao had finished drinking, Zhao Zifeng had already done it, put the old wine bottle on the table, and wiped the wine overflowing from the corner of his mouth.

"My God! I've already had my second bottle!"

Tian Shao frowned, and finished the second bottle as well. Now he looked a bit embarrassed. After two bottles of strong wine, he was already dizzy at the moment.

He knew very well that his limit was three bottles of spirits, so he had to kill Zhao Zifeng for the third bottle!