Chapter 560: I’m Not Even Drunk
"Pff~"
Qiao Jiang just had a sip of wine in his mouth, and upon hearing that, he spat it out.
Open another ten bottles? And fifty years old ones?
Why don’t you just fly to the sky?
The nine bottles just cost almost a million.
Another ten bottles! Altogether, two million! I would have to sell my house to pay off the debt!
"Waiter, don’t open them!" Qiao Jiang instinctively shouted.
Lin Tian unhappily slapped Qiao Jiang’s shoulder with some Spiritual Qi, almost breaking his bones. "You keep calling me your brother, and I can’t even have a few more bottles? You’re just too stingy!"
Qiao Jiang grimaced. It’s not just about a few bottles, isn’t it? That’s another hundred thousand!
Do I have to sell my house just for you to drink?
"Those are all good wines, it’s such a waste to drink them like this. How about we have some beer?" Qiao Jiang suggested as if coaxing a child.
"Beer? Fine." Lin Tian finally nodded.
"Waiter, bring two cases of beer." Qiao Jiang instructed, "Make sure they’re cold."
After speaking, Qiao Jiang stared at Lin Tian like a beast, thinking fiercely, "Drink it, I’ll make sure you drink to the fullest!"
Qiao Jiang gave a signal to his buddies.
They’ve hung out together long enough, how could they not understand what Qiao Jiang meant?
Drown him!
The beer arrived quickly, all icy cold.
"Let’s chug a bottle, shall we?" Qiao Jiang suggested.
After just downing three large glasses of brandy, he was already tipsy, and the aftereffects of that wine were strong. He needed to take it easy now.
"One bottle, fine."
Lin Tian wasn’t vague about it and grabbed a bottle of beer, flicked the cap off with a ’pop’, and white steam was coming out of the bottle mouth.
"Your turn. You don’t need an opener for beer, do you?" Lin Tian glanced provocatively at Qiao Jiang.
Qiao Jiang was dumbfounded; how did he suddenly show off a move like that?
Not wanting to lose face, he imitated Lin Tian’s posture, gripping the bottle and trying his best to flick the cap off with his thumb, but he couldn’t. His thumb was already red and aching.
Yan Xinrou whispered to Qingcheng’s ear: "From now on, stay away from fools like that. No skills but loves to show off."
Yan Xinrou didn’t lower her voice, and Qiao Jiang heard it clearly, his face turning red.
He hurriedly placed the bottle in his mouth and used his front teeth to bite it open.
Not too shabby, right? At least he didn’t use an opener!
But he paid the price for it, as his gums throbbed in pain, and it felt like his teeth might fall out at any moment.
Ignoring the pain in his mouth, Qiao Jiang guzzled the bottle down in one go.
After he finished, he realized Lin Tian had already finished and looked at him dismissively, saying, "You’re drinking too slowly."
Qiao Jiang felt his stomach churning, almost vomiting all the beer.
At this moment, Qiao came over, holding an already opened bottle of beer. He didn’t want to make a fool of himself like Qiao Jiang.
"In awe of my skills and want to toast me too?" Lin Tian slurred.
Seeing him swaying like he might fall drunk at any moment.
Qiao paused, not expecting Lin Tian to come up with an excuse for him, and nodded woodenly.
"You too, right?" Lin Tian turned his gaze to the group of drinking buddies.
They looked at each other, feeling awkward at having their plot openly exposed. Four nodded, the other four shook their heads.
"Come on, can’t you guys unite?" Lin Tian remarked.
The eight exchanged glances again.
"Alright, I know you all want to drink with me. Why don’t we play games while drinking? Drink according to the rules, roll dice, play cards, anything goes. Loser drinks." Lin Tian suggested.
"You know quite a lot, alright." Qiao Jiang took the lead, saying, "Losing means one glass, how about it?"
Liou Qingcheng was a bit anxious. She tugged Lin Tian’s sleeve and said worriedly, "Stop drinking? We’re here for dinner, why keep drinking?"
Lin Tian affectionately patted her head and said with a smile, "Don’t worry, we’re fine. Qiao Jiang already said it, drink a thousand cups with a confidant, there’s never a wrong time for men to drink."
With that affectionate gesture, Liou Qingcheng softened again. She stood up from her chair and said, "I’m in too."
Yan Xinrou raised her hand high, "Count me in too."
Her personality was lively and she loved social events, how could she miss out on this?
Liou also wanted to join, but his health conditions didn’t allow him to drink anymore, so he just sighed deeply.
The battleground moved from the dining table to the side table.
It was a relatively small round table, and everyone squeezing around made it a bit crowded, but much livelier.
Everyone sat down, divided into two teams, which was evident from the seating arrangement.
Lin Tian’s side with four people, facing the nine on the other side.
Their eyes met, as if sparks were flying, and a big showdown was imminent.
They asked the waiter to bring several dice cups, and two cases of beer.
"The rules are simple; each person has two dice in their cup. The three with the lowest numbers drink. How about it? Substitutes allowed."
Qiao Jiang grinned sinisterly; the substitute rule was specifically designed against Lin Tian. If his girlfriend lost, he’d have to drink for her, right? If his mother-in-law lost, he’d have to help too, right?
See how you look now, already swaying, you’ll definitely be down soon.
In Qiao Jiang’s mind, even if Lin Tian gets drunk, he can’t let him off. The grudge from him smashing the ball onto his face this afternoon must be avenged! He’d even slip him something to make sure he’d go limp!
The rules were simple, so no one opposed them.
Soon, everyone was enjoying themselves immensely. Although simple, the more crowded, the merrier.
The first round, the two with the lowest points were two drinking buddies and Qiao Jiang.
Immediately, his friends scrambled to drink for him, a prime opportunity to curry favor.
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Three rounds later, except for Liou Zhengming, everyone’s stomach was full of alcohol, and all had visited the restroom multiple times.
In the end, only Qiao Jiang remained standing in his camp, while the other eight were all knocked out by Lin Tian! They were all flat down.
Only Qiao Jiang hadn’t fallen, because too many people were eager to drink for him.
Qiao Jiang couldn’t understand; from the start, Lin Tian seemed drunk. Slurred speech can be faked, but a flushed face can’t be.
Yet this guy drank from start to finish, not knowing how much, even drinking for two ladies, and still wasn’t down.
Is he a monster?
Now, only Qiao Jiang was left fighting alone. He shook the dice and shouted, "Let’s continue!"
"We can’t play anymore." Lin Tian shook his head.
"You’re chickening out!" Qiao Jiang got a bit angry. He believed if Lin Tian drank a few more glasses, he’d definitely be down, but he chickened out!
Lin Tian shook his finger like he did at the ball game today, stood up from his chair, and said very clearly, "Give it up, I wasn’t drunk at all."
Hearing him speaking without any slur, and noticing the flush on his face was gone, Qiao Jiang suddenly felt tricked.
"I’m not backing down, but if I keep drinking, you’ll be down too, and who’s going to pay the bill then?" Lin Tian laughed, waved to him, and said, "It’s quite late now, we should head back, Qiao, remember to settle the bill."