Draw cards from the wild card

Chapter 60

Originally, He Luo planned to find a Michelin-starred restaurant to have a good celebration, but it was already ten o'clock in the evening when they closed the shop, and it was almost eleven o'clock when they left.

There are no star-rated restaurants, only a few food stalls and roadside stalls.

There was nothing particular about those present, so everyone found a skewer restaurant, ordered a few skewers, and had a good time talking and drinking.

After drinking for three rounds, pushing glasses and changing glasses, laughing and laughing, the atmosphere is harmonious, and words like brother, big brother, understand me, a word, must, and so on began to appear.

He Luo remembered that after graduation, his first job was to be a rating analyst, and his main job was basically drinking.

Clinking glasses at the table with loan officers, presidents, and the corporate world is a common occurrence.

When I first entered the industry, I almost passed out after drinking two taels of liquor. A year later when I left my job, the number increased to eight taels, and I drank up to one kilogram, which made me miserable.

The only thing I regret is that I can't be reborn with a good drinking capacity.

He Luo knew very well that as long as he drank more than two small cups, he would be rescued in the ICU ward when he woke up the next day, and he might live in the luxury suite where Fang Yuan had lived.

So he simply took two sips of liquor, and what's more, he had a big green stick with Yongping Qijie and the others.

Halfway through the drink, Jishi Lu's face flushed red, and he began to talk about wine.

He talked about drinking, not only drinking, but also paying attention to it. A plate of kidneys was served on the table, paying attention to the first three and four at the end. The person who ate first had to drink three glasses, and the person who ate last had four glasses. Apart from this, there was also a cigarette box.

How much to drink upright, how much to drink sideways, how much to drink lying down, each has its own merits, no matter how detailed it is, there are drinking, toasting, and fine drinking, but there is no hiding.

When talking about hiding from alcohol, he gave the example of Aunt Hong who kept running to the toilet tonight. He said Xiaoliang, you either have kidney failure or you are hiding from your elder brother's alcohol. You can choose one yourself.

Aunt Hong had never seen such a cruel and resolute moral kidnapping, she lowered her head and blushed, admitting that her kidneys were weak.

The urine yellow next to him rolled on the ground laughing, and the chicken shit green saw that he still had energy, Bao must still be able to drink, and pulled him up to continue drinking.

Now the urine yellow lay on the ground pretending to be dead, and stopped thumping.

Chicken shit green sighed, and quietly returned to the seat with the wine glass in his hand, and patted Huaiyuanshan on the shoulder beside him
"Big brother, it seems that only you and I can fight today."

Huaiyuanshan chuckled and shook his hand.

Ji Shilu originally thought that Huaiyuan Mountain would also reject him, but he didn't expect Huaiyuan Mountain to speak surprisingly
"Little brother, you are still early to compete with big brother in terms of drinking capacity."

Jishilu raised his eyebrows and said that except for his eldest brother Shark, he had never seen anyone with a drinking capacity that could hold him down. Brother Huai, do you dare to fight?
Huai Miaomiao tugged at the corner of her father's clothes, with a worried look on her face.

But Huaiyuanshan reached out to stop it, girl, it's okay if your father doesn't smoke or drink normally, if you don't show your hands at this great celebration banquet, others will really laugh at your father as a worthless old man.

Huai Miaomiao shook her head helplessly, but she could understand her father's mood, so she didn't continue to stop him, and found an excuse to go to the bathroom.

But in fact, she just doesn't want to see the "tragic" scene next. As a daughter, can she not know her father's drinking capacity?

Jishilu probably couldn't walk normally on two legs today. He either crawled home on all fours or was carried away on a stretcher from the hospital.

Huaiyuan Mountain straightened his collar, just like a general on the battlefield, with thick eyebrows and double whips, and rough iron arms, Jiangdong Taishici, came to fight.

Chicken feces green stood at attention and made a clasping salute.

Ziyi, Boyan asked for advice.

Lu Boyan in Kangcheng, gurgling, drinking three cups of Jiang Xiaobai, everyone was shocked.

The chicken shit green eyes changed, with a hint of provocation.

It means bro, start with three cups, can you do it?No, give up early, admit it, it is the world of young people now.

Huaiyuanshan had no expression on his face, and raised his hand to greet the boss to take a bottle of green liquor.

He asked if anyone here had ever drunk 65-degree Red Star Erguotou?Everyone shook their heads.

Huaiyuanshan poured Erguotou into a small bottle, turned on the lighter, and it was on fire.

The drunken Chen Dapao exclaimed: "Fuck, be ruthless!"

He Luo asked Uncle Huai, if you want to die, drink this.

Huaiyuanshan smiled and said it was okay. This is what he drank when he was working hard since he was a child. The alcohol content is not high.

Bass, babble, drink three bottle caps, Huaiyuan mountain face does not change color, its breath sinks like water.

On the contrary, the chicken shit green on the opposite side couldn't bear to be restless, and burped.

"Brother, you are still awesome."

It was too late for the two to meet each other, sipped three cups of grievances, pushed back and forth twice, and finally couldn't hold on anymore.

Huaiyuanshan, who usually looks simple and honest, drank a few rounds of red star Erguotou, and became a people's dancer.

His voice was loud and clear, like a company commander. He pulled He Luo and Jishilu and asked the three of them to sing "The Battle Hymn of a Strong Army".

He Luo looked at the two big speakers beside him, which were still glowing red and steaming, like a boiler, but he could only barely sang half of the song together, and couldn't remember the lyrics for the second half.

Except for Huaiyuanshan, the people's dancer, Chen Lei and Chen Dapao can be regarded as the people's instrumentalists.

After drinking for three rounds, he must stand up and listen to He Luo and the others singing. He knocked on the table next to him, saying that he was playing the piano to accompany him.

I didn't pay attention for a while, and rushed to the shared bicycle parking spot on the side of the road, carrying a small yellow bicycle in one hand, saying that he was playing the accordion.

He Luo said, Lei Zi, please save your mother, where did the Soviet folk musical instruments come from in "Battle Hymn of a Strong Army".

Chen Dapao put down his bicycle and clicked his forehead. He seemed to feel something was wrong. He looked around and suddenly ran away. This time he didn't know what musical instrument he was looking for.

He Luo only hoped that he would be lucky if he didn't treat his private car as a drum set.

Most of the rest of the Yongping Seven Heroes just drank beer beside them, not daring to tell the truth, for fear that they might not be able to grasp it.

But even beer is unambiguous.

Gay guy Zi Gudu Gudu, drank two bottles, patrolled for a week, and asked if there is anyone present who is his opponent?

Otherwise, the position of Yongping Qijie's second brother is definitely occupied tonight.

Unconvinced, grandma picked up the beer bottle and slammed it into it, but it ended up dying after only one and a half bottles.

"Grass, it's up, the beer has reached the throat, and I drink it again"

Gay Zi laughed, tonight he already had the chance to win.

Aunt Hong was young and vigorous, but she was determined to compete for the position of the second child. She said, "Wait for me for a while. I want to pee and go to the toilet."

The gay Zi curled his lips in disdain, meaning to go quickly, who just admitted to the boss that he had a kidney deficiency.

"Xiao Liang, wait a minute." Denim Lan said suddenly, and stopped Xiao Pao's aunt Hong.

I don't know what to say in his ear.

After hearing this, Aunt Hong looked slightly towards Huaiyuan Mountain and frowned.

"Okay, brother, don't worry, I'll go take a look."

Denim Blue patted him on the shoulder, and Aunt Hong trotted to the bathroom again.

Fat Orange, who was slumped on the chair, was confused: "What's wrong? What did you and Xiaoliang say?"

The blue eyes of the cowboy are still staring at the position next to Huaiyuan Mountain, without answering, muttering to himself
"No, I hope I'm thinking too much"

But things were not as optimistic as expected. Not long after my aunt became famous, she hurried back with a look of anxiety on her face, shouting as she ran.

"No no no, it's not good! Huai Miaomiao, Huai Miaomiao is gone!!!"

(End of this chapter)