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Chapter 970 Good Drinking Capacity

The scene of Huayi's annual meeting.

This grand event is gradually coming to an end.

They sang and made merry, it was incredibly lively.

But there is no lasting banquet in the world.

The Jia family in "Dream of the Red Chamber" is still prosperous and thriving.

In the end, all that was left was a vast expanse of white, utterly clean.

Huayi was also flourishing at this time, like a blazing fire.

……

……

Until later generations... to be precise, 19 years later.

The Qing Dynasty dramas that had been popular for many years suddenly disappeared.

This genre, which once dominated the screen, has suddenly become a niche category.

Various historical dramas and time-travel stories no longer use the Qing Dynasty palace setting.

Most people believe that this is a market problem caused by the huge failure of "Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace".

Actually, no, Xun Ge doesn't have that much ability.

She only messes with people like Wallace Huo and the director.

The real reason is...

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Now, the person in front of Zhang Yuan is about the same.

After a few glasses of baijiu, I became somewhat disoriented.

Do you still want to drink a cross-cupped wine with Liu Qianqian?

Did he think he was Dong Zhuo and wanted to flirt with Diao Chan?

Just as he was about to reach out and touch Sisi's back.

Zhang Yuan transformed his right palm into a claw, his five fingers taut.

It flew swiftly toward the back of his neck.

Zhang Yuan used his Eagle Claw technique, which he hadn't used in a long time, and in an instant, he gripped the opponent's neck.

"what……"

The drunken man didn't even have a chance to shout before he felt a tingling sensation all over his body.

The next second, they lost control of their bodies.

Anyone who regularly watches the news knows that whether it's a car accident or any other incident...

If the lumbar spine is injured, the lower body will be paralyzed.

If the cervical spine is injured, then the entire body below the neck will be almost paralyzed.

Because there are a large number of dense nerve plexuses near the lumbar and cervical vertebrae.

Once damaged, it's as if someone cut the office building's network cable.

From where you start cutting, you can't access the internet anymore.

Zhang Yuan is ruthless, but he is not a serial killer.

You can act swiftly, but not excessively.

He could certainly break the other person's neck, but there's no need.

So he simply gripped the other person's cervical spine tightly, using 70% of his strength in his fingers, striking just the right spot to tear the other person's flesh without actually breaking it.

Without drawing blood, it bit down on the back of the neck like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

Give it another push!

He severed the signals from the other person's nerves and acupoints.

I didn't cut the network cable, but I temporarily unplugged the network cable below his neck.

The person who was being choked felt that everything except their eyes was numb.

It's like playing a game of King of Glory while squatting on the toilet, and then remembering the feeling of your two thighs when you get up.

It wouldn't obey commands, displaying black and white static like an old-fashioned television set with no signal.

Zhang Yuan grabbed his neck with his right hand, and his left hand wasn't idle either.

Snapped!
He immediately grasped the other person's left hand.

This guy came in carrying a bottle of liquor and a glass of liquor in his other hand.

There's still about 70-80% of the liquor left in the bottle, which should be around 500ml.

Zhang Yuan grasped the hand holding the bottle and lifted it up with a forceful pull.

Then he shoved it into the man's mouth!
For Huayi's annual party, the drinks have to be top-notch; it's impossible to drink Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor), that would be too low-class.

I'm drinking Wuliangye, 45 degrees.

The bottle opening is thick and long, and the glass material is also very hard.

Zhang Yuan wasn't that gentle; he shoved it straight into his throat.

vomit……

This person wanted to vomit, but couldn't.

He never expected that his attempt to take advantage of Wuliangye would backfire, and he would be deeply appreciated by Wuliangye.

Just then, Brother Xiaoming thought of coming to help and happened to see what was happening.

Then you see a wine bottle stuck upside down in the mouth of this relative of the emperor, with the clear wine inside being poured down in a "thump, thump, thump" sound.

Let alone trying it, just looking at it makes my throat feel burning and uncomfortable.

He thought to himself that Zhang Yuan was too ruthless; how could he treat someone like that?

Little Ming didn't know that Zhang Yuan was doing this not only now, but also a few days ago when he was playing with Yang Tianbao.

It's just that it's not a wine bottle...

He will eventually notice that his wife's voice is a bit rough.

One hand pinches, the other pours the liquid down.

All of this happened in the blink of an eye.

Even Liu Qianqian, the person involved, was caught off guard.

By the time she opened her mouth and stared wide-eyed, trying to stop him, half the bottle was already down.

Zhang Yuan is not only skilled with his hands, but he's also quite talkative.

"Mr. Wang has a great capacity for alcohol!"

"Holy crap, they're chugging it straight from the bottle!"

"Awesome, awesome."

"I admire you!"

Zhang Yuan talked as he poured the drink.

Huang Xiaoming, who was already dumbfounded, swallowed hard.

That's so mean!
Not only did they force-feed the other person alcohol, but they also pretended that the other person wanted to drink with them.

Even if someone passed by, unaware of the truth, they would think the two of them were having a good time drinking.

Xiao Ming was genuinely scared.

He is ruthless, cold-hearted, and extremely good at putting on a show.

Thankfully, he wasn't my enemy; otherwise, if he had targeted me, I probably wouldn't even know how I died.

In just a few seconds, less than twenty seconds, a small pound of liquor was completely downed.

Ordinary people drink slowly because they need to swallow.

Zhang Yuan shoved the bottle neck right down his throat, saving him the trouble of swallowing.

puff!
After finishing filling one bottle, Zhang Yuan pulled the glass bottle out.

At the same time, the fingers that were pinching the back of the neck loosened.

Then I saw this person swaying back and forth, about to fall.

Zhang Yuan thought to himself, "Are you feeling unwell?"

The women you forced to drink also felt uncomfortable.

This is called using their own methods against them.

"You bastard..."

In less than half a minute, he calmed down a little and returned to his previous arrogant attitude, even more so.

They started cursing right away.

Oh?
Zhang Yuan smiled again.

Are there really such reckless ghosts?
I have already demonstrated overwhelming strength, how dare he talk back?

Tsk tsk tsk, sigh.

It seems that he wasn't raised well at home.

It's okay, I'll teach you.

Upon seeing this man cursing, Brother Xiaoming thought of stepping forward to help.

At least if you pull people apart, there'll be some breathing room.

But after taking only one step forward, he saw something even more terrifying than before.

Then Zhang Yuan's eagle claws gripped the back of the other man's neck once more.

But this time, he didn't hold the other person's hand with his other hand.

Because the other person had already finished drinking from their bottle.

He glanced at his own table.

There were a few unopened bottles of wine on the table, just sitting there.

Zhang Yuan transformed his palm into a knife, swiftly slicing past a wine bottle like a gust of wind.

Xiao Ming only saw Zhang Yuan chop off a brand new bottle of Wuliangye with a single hand strike, along with the bottle neck and half of the bottle's neck!
Ah!
Huang Xiaoming's heart was pounding!
This was cut on the bottle.

If it were to cut someone, wouldn't they be covered in bruises?

He was so frightened that he didn't dare to take a step.

He paused for a moment, then Zhang Yuan picked up the Wuliangye liquor bottle that had lost its neck and stuffed it into the mouth of his maternal relative again.

It's better now; without the bottle opening, I can't sit too long, so it's more comfortable than before.

But this bottle is full, a whole pound.

tons, tons, tons...

Cough cough cough, hehehe... The other person could only make helpless sobs as they swallowed uncontrollably.

"You have an amazing capacity for alcohol."

"I've been drinking for so many years, and I've never seen anyone drink as much as you."

"Amazing, amazing, I really admire you." Zhang Yuan was even providing the voiceover.

"Oh, right, let me reintroduce myself."

"My surname is Zhang, the Zhang of arrogance."

This time, without the bottle neck, it fills even faster.

In the blink of an eye, a pound of liquor was gone.

Ugh, ugh...

As soon as Zhang Yuan let go, the man's knees buckled and he was about to kneel down.

Zhang Yuan immediately reached out to support him, not wanting him to lie down, as it would be too conspicuous.

"How's it going? Have you had enough to drink?"

"I fuck you..."

The person had just uttered the curse when they heard a loud slap.

Another bottle of Wuliangye on the table had been cracked open.

"I do not……"

Before she could even struggle, another pound was already stuffed into her mouth.

Huang Xiaoming kept his eyes closed, not daring to look.

Liu Qianqian was completely dumbfounded.

"Zhang Yuan, no."

"Something bad will happen." But she didn't dare to stop them, nor could she shout loudly, so she could only call out softly.

Although she was still young, she had heard many stories of people dying from drinking at dinner parties.

Especially the hostesses, every month at various clubs, people get drunk to death, injured, paralyzed, or even turned into vegetable-like beings.

Actually, I'm not afraid of drinking alcohol; what I'm afraid of is being forced to drink.

When others force you to drink, it's at most a form of persuasion.

Zhang Yuan was really "forcing" people to drink.

Treat the other person like a dumping ground for trash.

"Oh my, you're the god of wine!"

"You're amazing! I'd love to become your apprentice."

"How did you develop such a high alcohol tolerance?"

My admiration for you is like a never-ending river.

At the same time, Wuliangye, like a surging river, continuously flowed into the other party's throat.

In the blink of an eye, another pound was gone.

In just five minutes, Zhang Yuan had fed this man three jin of liquor!

Of his men, Baoqiang and Huang Bo could handle this amount.

But it can take several hours, or even a whole night, to score points.

If you drink that for five minutes, not only will a person become cross-eyed, but even a cow will become strabismus.

"Zhang Yuan, stop." Xixi grabbed his arm with both hands, looked at him with extremely worried eyes, and shook her head vigorously.

Zhang Yuan glanced at the object in his hand.

After eating three pounds, he finally calmed down and stopped grumbling.

look.

You can't learn something by being taught it a hundred times, but you can learn it after being taught it once.

The problem of having a dirty mouth was cured in just a few minutes.

I am still kind.

"Okay." Seeing that the maternal relatives were silent and well-behaved, Zhang Yuan replied to Qianqian.

"Sit down and rest for a while."

“I’ll handle it,” Zhang Yuan replied in a gentle tone.

He felt much better now.

You can pretend to be a grandson, but you can't actually be one.

They've messed with my woman. If I don't take action, am I just going to be cuckolded?
pat!

Zhang Yuan snapped his fingers to the side.

"Brother Xiaoming, come and lend a hand, let's take him back to the main table."

"Ah... Hey, hey!" Huang Xiaoming was still in a daze, and it took him a few seconds to react before he stepped forward.

They were standing on either side of each other, neither of them supporting each other.

The fact that they are supporting each other means that the person in the middle can still walk.

With her legs supported, this relative's legs were almost dangling in the air, weak and powerless, unable to exert any strength at all.

On the way to the main table, Zhang Yuan turned around and said to Huang Xiaoming with a cheerful smile.

"Brother Xiaoming, you were right next to me when I was drinking with him just now."

"Why didn't you come up and stop me?"

Huang Xiaoming: ...

Would I dare to stop them?

You opened the bottle with your bare hands, so I don't dare to take a single step!

I'll stop you?
Why don't you let me try to stop the tide with my bare hands?

But then Xiaoming thought about it again, and saw that Zhang Yuan was smiling at him after asking the question.

At that moment, the older brother felt a chill in his heart.

broken!

Fell into a trap.

The only bystanders who clearly witnessed everything were Xixi and Xiaoming.

Little Dragon Girl wouldn't "report" herself.

But Huang Xiaoming is Huayi's man!
Who knows, this guy might go and give a report to the boss.

So, what Zhang Yuan said just now wasn't actually a question for him.

Instead, it was being addressed to the person being fed in the middle.

When you were being forced to drink, Xiaoming didn't come to your aid.

Even Huayi's top leader isn't on your side.

Huang Xiaoming gritted his teeth.

so bad!
One wrong move and you're finished.

He doesn't dare say a word now because he feels like an "accomplice."

He had no choice but to shut his mouth and help escort the person along the way.

"Mr. Wang, sister-in-law."

"I'm sorry. It's all my fault."

Once at the main table, Zhang Yuan took the initiative and spoke first.

Put on an apologetic look.

"Mr. Wang just said he wanted to have a few drinks with me."

Xiao Wang's wife also has the surname Wang, and his younger brother Zhang Yuan is addressed as such with courtesy.

"I've had too much to drink, and I'm talking too loudly."

He patted his chest and said he could drink a thousand cups without getting drunk.

"After a while, Mr. Wang and I started drinking and had two bottles of wine."

"I saw him walking unsteadily, so I quickly brought it to him."

"Should we take him to the hospital?"

"Sorry, sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

What does Huang Xiaoming think about acting skills?

I can't act as well as he does in real life, even when I'm filming.

"What happened?" Xiao Wang's wife immediately got up and went over.

How could you not be worried about your own family?

But Zhang Yuan saw that Xiao Wang was not in a hurry at all and slowly got up.

He already knew what was going on.

Throughout history, there have been countless instances of imperial relatives being related to their spouses.

However, most of the emperor's relatives by marriage were not welcomed by the emperor himself.

People like Wei Qing and Huo Qubing were extremely rare in terms of being favored.

Because regardless of whether they are related to the imperial family or not, they are talents that come along only once in a millennium.

"Xiaoming, what exactly happened?"

Although Zhang Yuan spoke first, Mrs. Wang still asked her own people.

"I...actually acted impulsively and drank too much," Xiao Ming stammered.

We can only go along with what Zhang Yuan said!
I've become an accomplice; they're holding me hostage!

He finally understood why Zhang Yuan had tricked him earlier.

Just so he could help me give "false testimony"!
He replied that the other party had mostly believed him.

"Let me help you sit down first."

"Have the hotel send some hangover soup as well."

Mrs. Wang took the arm that Huang Xiaoming was holding and, together with Zhang Yuan, helped the man to his seat.

At this point, the person was already losing consciousness.

He couldn't even speak, his head drooping listlessly.

If left unchecked, it could very well lead to someone's death, just as Liu Qianqian feared.

Zhang Yuan isn't a particularly evil person; he wouldn't go so far as to take someone's life.

Although it wasn't a lot, he still had his bottom line.

After this person sat down, Zhang Yuansong quietly changed his palm into a fist before releasing his hand.

He blocked the opponent's lower back.

thump.

A muffled thud, even softer than a hiccup, went unheard.

He used the inch punch technique from Wing Chun to strike his opponent's lower back.

Then he slowly left.

They've slipped away, they've slipped away...

"Brother, what's wrong?"

"Wake up quickly."

"Just how much did they drink?"

The other person's belly was already full of water, and with her older sister calling out to her, she pushed hard and swayed her body.

My stomach was practically bubbling from all the shaking.

Add to that the force of that punch just now.

Just a minute or two after he left, the man suddenly looked up at his older sister's call.

Those around noticed that his eyes were bloodshot, as if they were about to bleed!
Its neck was stretched out very long, yet it kept tilting upwards.

"What happened to you?"

"speak."

"Where exactly is it that's uncomfortable?"

Mrs. Wang became anxious when she saw that something was wrong.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh."

"vomit!!!"

This one stretched its neck two or three times, just like a big white goose.

Then it rolled on.

She seemed to have reached her limit.

The punch he just received had already made his stomach cramp, and now it was acting up again.

Pfft!

This guy opened his mouth, revealing three jin of baijiu in his stomach, along with more than half a jin he had drunk before.

They rushed out in a rush.

“Uncle, Dragon’s Suction!” Xiao Wang’s daughter said, pointing at him.

It's a perfect cosplay of a fire hydrant.

There's a very popular side-scrolling arcade game these days called Metal Slug.

In its third generation, there is a level where the protagonist can turn into a zombie.

After turning into a zombie, the ultimate move changes from throwing grenades to spitting blood.

This one is now being "enlarged".

Directly opposite him sat a group of executives from Huayi.

You got it all over someone!
"I rely on!"

"Ouch!"

"My God!"

These people were so scared they almost jumped onto the table.

This grand annual meeting suddenly descended into chaos as it neared its end...

(End of this chapter)