I listened to your advice and finally became a male god.

Chapter 318: Let me teach you a lesson

The few remaining people stammered instantly, with only shock in their eyes.

How is this possible? How can there be something so drinkable in the world?

It's not about being able to drink, it's about the ability to drink. Regardless of other things, anyone in the world will have to bow their eyebrows and say "submit" with this amount of alcohol.

"Brother Zhang, how did you do it?" Wen Yu asked tremblingly.

"I want to know. I want to know how you can settle down these friends of yours first." Zhang Yang said with a smile, "Can't we settle down this mess for a while?"

Wen Yu took a look and suddenly woke up from a dream.

"Yes, brother, please wait for me."

He immediately said hello, and several people arranged the hotel, arranged the car, and arranged the car. They were busy for a long time.

Later in the evening, outside the private dining room.

Several cars left one after another.

Wen Yu followed Zhang Yang, hesitating to speak, and couldn't ask what he wanted to ask.

"Don't you want to know why I drink so well?" Zhang Yang turned around and asked with a smile.

"Brother, just tell me, the kitten in my heart is scratching my head." Wen Yu was standing by and couldn't help but ask.

Zhang Yang smiled and lowered his head to look at the snow on the roadside.

"Try pressing it with your hand."

Wen Yu didn't know why, so he bent down and pressed a handprint on the snow. He didn't know what Zhang Yang meant.

"Look at me." Zhang Yang leaned down and pressed it with one hand.

"Brother Zhang, what are you doing?" Wen Yu said as he stepped forward to look. Then, as he looked, his eyes widened with a horrified expression.

Because the position where Zhang Yang pressed his hand was like a soldering iron, the surrounding ice and snow spread out and melted in an instant. In the blink of an eye, a circle spread around it, forming a sharp contrast with his palm prints on the side.

"Ah, this, this, this." All of a sudden, Wen Yu became incoherent.

"What kind of talent do you have?" Zhang Yang raised his head, "Have you ever heard of Neijiaquan?"

"Ah? Neijiaquan?" Wen Yu's eyes widened, looking at Zhang Yang who slowly straightened up, and looking at his tall and majestic figure under the light, his mind instantly stirred up a storm.

Zhang Yang smiled inwardly.

No choice.

After all, it is too unbelievable for one person to fight in a wheel and defeat a table of people. It cannot be seen with common sense at all, so we have to use the term Neijiaquan.

As for not having this BUFF, depending on his current physical fitness, he didn't try to determine how many cups he could drink.

I don’t want to try either.

Free?

"Okay, I've told you the secret, are you satisfied?" Zhang Yang looked at Wen Yu, who was excited and his eyes were filled with admiration, and smiled, "I've had a lot of fun with this wine today, you can go to my place to play another day when you have time. "

"Brother, I didn't expect that you are... actually a legendary martial arts master." Wen Yu was still a little immersed in the scene just now.

"Hey, to put it another way, there are no martial arts masters in this world." Zhang Yang corrected him, "He just has enough energy and blood to be a little stronger than ordinary people."

he said modestly.

"Brother, is it just like this?" Wen Yu asked, still a little unwilling to give up.

"That's it? What else do you think?" Zhang Yang said amusedly, "You've read too many novels, haven't you?"

"Then... then flying flowers and picking leaves can hurt people, does that exist?" Wen Yu suddenly asked.

"Then..." Zhang Yang waved his hand, "What are you thinking about? At most,..."

"What's the most?" Wen Yu held his breath and remained silent.

"At most..." Zhang Yang lowered his head and looked, "Huh? Where did the coin come from?"

He picked up a coin on the ground, looked at a tree not far away, weighed it twice, and flicked the coin out of his hand.

In the air, a shadow flashed and disappeared into the tree trunk.

"Go back and rest early, see you tomorrow." Zhang Yang nodded with a smile, turned around and met Bei Wei and the others who were belatedly walking out of the restaurant.

After a while, Zhang Yang got in the car and left first.

Wen Yu stood there, staring blankly at the old and thick tree a few steps away.

It was a few steps away, but he didn't dare to take a step forward.

I don't know how long it took, but Wen Yu finally plucked up the courage to take a step forward, and then stood in front of the tree.

"Ah? This..."

He suddenly screamed incoherently.

On the hard tree trunk, a touch of metallic color was still vaguely visible. It was actually a coin, embedded deeply in the trunk, with only its head exposed.

This coin was actually flicked in by Zhang Yang just now.

What is this power? What is this scene?
He was trembling, his whole body suddenly became unbearable, and he felt that his life had been greatly impacted.

Yes, he did not see the flying flowers picking leaves, but he did see the coins sinking into the wood with a snap of his fingers. Such power, when it hits a person, can't... make a hole here and a hole there!
"Brother Wen, everyone has settled down, eh? What are you doing here at this tree?" A voice suddenly came from the side.

Tonight's companionship, the few sober buddies left came up, all a little curious.

"Hey, who tamped this coin in? Hiss...it's pretty solid."

A buddy came forward and tried to dig it, but it was in vain.

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On the way back, I heard Bei Jiajia talking non-stop.

"Brother-in-law, are you too awesome? You drank so many people." She exclaimed in a tone of disbelief. "Fortunately, the ten million yuan was not given out."

"Do you really think I don't treat money as money?" Zhang Yang said with a smile.

If he didn't have BUFF in his pocket, would he actually take out 10 million as a lottery ticket? Just kidding, at least he is not so generous now.

It’s okay to spend ten million on yourself, but you can’t give it to others for free.

"That's true? What's particularly funny is Gao Cong. He really dares to think about ten million." Bei Jiajia suddenly thought of something again and said casually.

Zhang Yang smiled and said nothing.

After all, he just made a million from Gao Cong, what else could he say?
Later that night, the group returned to the Ritz-Carlton.

Zhang Yang sent Beiwei back to the large suite.

Beiwei couldn't tolerate alcohol, so she had a small drink in the evening, and now she felt like a delicate flower blooming. She pulled Zhang Yang and wanted to do it...
"Ah..." Zhang Yang originally wanted to go out.

After all, it is rare that this incident of the system is still going on, and the BUFF is still around. A good thing like two million for one person will be lost if you miss it.

Wouldn't it be nice to just find a nightclub right now, order a list of drinks, and have a blast.

But the little sweet girl was all over him, her drunken eyes were full of water vapor, and she looked like she wouldn't give up. Zhang Yang had no choice but to put down what he was doing for the time being, picked up the little sweet girl and walked into the bedroom inside.

Later in the evening, high in the ice city, in a suite above the clouds.

Beiwei slept deeply and sweetly, with lingering traces of sleep on her face.

Zhang Yang stood up gently, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the ice city under the tall buildings. Then, he turned around, put on his clothes, and quietly walked out the door.

Pack lightly and travel alone.

He was prepared to spend all night to make money and live up to this incident.

It was around twelve o'clock in the ice city, and the sky was covered with ice and snow. Zhang Yang couldn't feel the cold at all, and it was as if there was a ball of fire in his chest.

Take a small breath.

A cloud of white mist suddenly condensed like a sword and hit the depths of the night before slowly dissipating.

"Taxi." Zhang Yang stopped a taxi at random.

After getting in the car, the driver turned around.

"Brother, where are you going?"

"Whatever, you can drink." Zhang Yang said casually with a smile.

Time is tight, don't flirt with girls, just drink if you can.

Drink one, and the two million in cash back is enough to keep a young model entertained for ten days and a half.

"Okay, let's take my brother to a good place." The driver gestured, stepped on the accelerator, and set off immediately. I don’t know how long it took.

The car stopped.

"Brother, we're here. If you want to drink, you can drink hard here. There are many old men and young women." The driver turned around and said with a smile.

Zhang Yang paid, got off the car and looked up at the bar in front of him.

"The Furry Bear Bar?"

The bar in front of me was full of colorful lights. In the middle of the night, a group of tall old men were holding bottles of wine outside, drinking and chatting outside despite the cold weather.

As for what to talk about.

Zhang Yang is proficient in global languages and can naturally hear them clearly.

"Brother, you drank so much today. Are you broken in love? Natasha is ignoring you?"

"What are you talking about? Don't mention it anymore. Come drink with me today and that's it."

Zhang Yang listened to it and suddenly heard the strong flavor of Northeastern dialect.

"What is that man over there looking at?"

"Well, I look really ZUN. If I looked like this, Natasha wouldn't ignore me."

The two old men over there were talking and looking over here.

Zhang Yang was stunned.

"Gaha? Are they talking about me?"

He walked straight over and passed the two people. He could clearly feel their eyes following him into the bar.

Inside the bar, the lights are colorful and the sound, light and electricity are very noisy.

To my eyes, there are really foreign girls everywhere.

Well, it should be mostly hairy girls.

In each booth and next to the bar, there were groups of three or five, all drinking and chatting.

Appearance is justice.

And it just so happens that Zhang Yang’s looks respect no national boundaries.

At this moment, his tall figure and handsome appearance were shrouded in the lights of the nightclub. In an instant, male hormones sprayed everywhere and exploded. In the environment at this moment, he was really killing indiscriminately.

Hairy girls don’t know what it means to be restrained.

Suddenly, a series of eyes were attracted intently.

"Hey, handsome guy, would you like to sit down?" A girl with blond hair and blue eyes who looked like Dalia stood up and invited her enthusiastically.

Zhang Yang sat down unceremoniously.

He could even feel a few malicious glances from the male.

But, what a joke.

Can he provoke all the old men here with just one arm?
"What do you want to drink?" In the booth, the girl was very considerate and tried to communicate with Zhang Yang in Mandarin with an accent.

Zhang Yangtu communicates easily and does not use ink. When he speaks, he speaks quite authentic Russian.

Obviously, the girl was extremely surprised by his authentic Russian.

It's true that the good feelings were overwhelming at first, but now they are boiling oil on the fire, and the sizzle is all of a sudden.

"Vodka." Zhang Yang said.

Anyway, he has the BUFF in his hand, so drinking anything is the same as drinking water.

"Wow." None of the girls around felt that Zhang Yang was too big, and their eyes were full of admiration and adoration.

It’s good to be handsome.

You don’t have to spend money to go out to drink and flirt with girls.

Zhang Yang didn't feel any embarrassment. Anyway, Lafayette had already given him the money, so he felt at ease eating this soft meal.

Just drink and that's it.

After a while, the wine was served.

Zhang Yang picked up the wine glass and drank the whole glass right away. Immediately, there was a burst of admiration from everyone around him.

Of course, the praises came mainly from girls, both Russian girls and girls from our own country, as well as some domestic boys. As for the group of foreign boys around, their looks were far from friendly.

Male consciousness knows no boundaries.

The booth is not big, but since Zhang Yang sat down, girls kept coming over.

Just watch Zhang Yang drink.

Zhang Yang was actually thinking about whether he should drink the girls in front of him to sleep.

Tsk, you can’t win without force!
"Why are you so good at drinking? You are the best drinking boy I have ever seen." A girl who looked like Dalia came over and said, "My name is Alina, what's yours?"

"Zhang Yang." Zhang Yang said casually.

"Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are like stars?" Alina stared at Zhang Yang's eyes and said suddenly.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang almost burst into laughter.

Why does this way of picking up a conversation sound so familiar? Are all foreigners so unpretentious when picking up conversations?
But this girl not only looks good from a distance, but also looks good up close.

The pores are not large, but rather delicate, unlike the image of a hairy girl in his impression.

"What you said has an adjective in our language, it's as bright as a star." Zhang Yang said with a smile, "Well, it means as bright as stars."

Alina nodded suddenly, and kept muttering softly in her mouth. The more she thought about it, the brighter her eyes became.

"Chinese culture is really broad and profound."

Amidst the sound of music, girls are approaching.

Zhang Yang touched it casually. Well, it was smooth and greasy, and the skin was quite delicate.

He raised his hand and took this girl in his arms.

He raised his other hand, and another girl came up to her obediently. Her enthusiasm and unrestrained energy were quite different.

How should I put it, I have eaten too much delicacies from mountains and seas, so it is good to change the taste occasionally and taste something fresh.

Zhang Yang's behavior of hugging everyone was naturally displeasing to some of the arrogant old men present.

After a while, a guy came up.

"Hey, you, move over, I'll sit."

Zhang Yang looked at this guy up and down, and suddenly became happy.

So reckless?

"Wine." Zhang Yang gestured to Alina beside him.

Alina immediately served the wine knowingly.

"Let's compare our drinking capacity. The loser will give up his seat, okay?" Zhang Yang pushed the wine glass over.

I heard that Lao Maozi drinks vodka from the bottle, but I don’t know if it’s true. It’s a coincidence that I happened to come to see it today.

As soon as these words came out, there was laughter all around.

Several old men were holding bottles of wine and watching the fun.

Today was really a stab in the ass. It opened my eyes. For the first time, I saw someone dare to drink with them as a fighting nation.