How can you ascend to heaven when you are a star?

Chapter 191 It’s time to take medicine
Zhang Wen looked at the arrogant Boss Zhao, with a hint of sarcasm in his eyes.

He had long seen that this man had feelings for Bai Lu, and his lustful look was the best proof. But men would do the same when they saw a beautiful woman, some were very subtle, while others were very unrestrained. But it was a bit unkind to pull down others just to attract the attention of a beautiful woman.

If it were someone else, they might choose to swallow their anger because of Boss Zhao's identity, but Zhang Wen would not do that. He is not the other party's stepping stone.

What can the boss do? Can the boss call him a liar?

Not to mention a boss who has nothing to do with him, even if the boss of Tianxi Media came, he would have to bow his head in front of the effect of his "Life Essence".

"Boss Zhao is right to be suspicious."

Zhang Wen was not angry, nor did he show any guilt. Instead, he took advantage of Boss Zhao's suspicion to continue speaking.

"With the gradual improvement of living standards in recent years, people are paying more attention to and prioritizing their health, which has led to the emergence of a variety of health products on the market..."

"Most of them exaggerate the efficacy of their products, using the guise of health benefits to deceive consumers. If they don't see any effect, they say they didn't take enough. They're unscrupulously making money..."

"I know that based on just a few words from me, the bosses won't believe the efficacy of this bottle of medicinal soup. If I were to meet someone I've only met once or twice and suddenly took out a bottle of medicinal soup and claimed it could strengthen the body, detoxify the skin, soothe hangovers and protect the liver, I wouldn't believe it either. But it doesn't matter. True gold fears no fire. We can try it on the spot."

Zhang Wen spoke calmly and Wu Defa nodded frequently. Apart from anything else, his calm attitude made it clear that the medicine in the bottle did not seem fake.

Besides, he saw with his own eyes that he drank eight bottles of Maozi in a row.

"How do we try it on site?" Wu Defa asked curiously.

Keeping fit is not something that can be achieved overnight. Even if you have a cold, it will take a week to recover with medicine, right?
Could it be that the medicinal soup prepared by this Brother Zhang will take effect immediately after drinking it?
impossible?

"It's very simple." Zhang Wen stood up, took the Maozi from Secretary Liu's hand, looked at the people present and said, "Before you try it, let me offer a bottle to each of you bosses."

After saying that, he blew directly into the bottle.

"!!!"

Wu Defa had seen such scenes before, so he was not surprised, but the other three bosses opened their eyes wide and looked stunned.

We are all regulars at the wine table. We have only heard of people toasting with a glass, but have never heard of people toasting with a bottle.

Besides, this is white wine, not beer.

In the afternoon, when I heard Boss Wu say that a young man could drink eight bottles of Maotai at a time, I didn't believe it and thought that Boss Wu must have drunk too much and his eyes were blurry. But now seeing the way this young man drank, I couldn't help but believe it a little.

Even Zhao Jiangsheng, who had a sneer on his face just now, was shocked at this moment. If they drank cup after cup, they could still hold on for a while, but if they drank bottle after bottle, they would not be able to hold on for long.

No, it's simply impossible.

Soon, the bottle of Maozi was empty.

In order to prove that he had finished drinking it all, Zhang Wen deliberately took the bottle out of his mouth and let the wine in the bottle flow into his mouth drop by drop until no more wine could flow out.

"Boss, I'm done drinking." Zhang Wen said calmly, then put the bottle of wine on the dining table.

Wu Defa didn't dare to drink like that, so he turned to look at his three old friends beside him, hoping that someone would stand up and not embarrass them.

But the other three looked at each other, and finally all of them tacitly kept silent. Even Zhao Jiangsheng, who had been arrogant just now, couldn't help but give in at this moment, and even thought that this young man was a lunatic.

How can a normal person drink like this? It's simply like risking one's life.

Wu Defa looked at his teammates who looked like a bunch of quails and rolled his eyes in anger.

When the topic of drinking was brought up before, these three people were more enthusiastic than the other, but now they just surrendered before they even started drinking. It's so fucking embarrassing.

"Brother Zhang, is there any connection between drinking this bottle of wine and trying the efficacy of this bottle of medicine?" Wu Defa asked.

There was no way, he really couldn't stand drinking like this.

"Of course there is a connection." Zhang Wen said after hearing this: "If you don't drink it, how can I show you the effects of this bottle of medicine?"

"what?"

Wu Defa was completely stunned. It seemed that there was no way to avoid this bottle of wine.

Damn, if I had known that Lao Zhao and the others were just good at talking, I wouldn’t have brought these three cowards here tonight.

"How about we talk while we eat?" Wu Defa asked tentatively.

"That's fine with me, but don't you bosses want to see the effects of this medicinal soup? If you don't drink it, I can't show it to you." Zhang Wen said this, looked at Zhao Jiangsheng, who had been shouting the loudest before, and asked, "Boss Zhao, aren't you the one who wants to know the most? How about you come?"

After hearing this, everyone looked at Zhao Jiangsheng.

Just now, other people did not doubt the efficacy of the medicinal soup. No, to be precise, everyone doubted the efficacy of the medicinal soup, but only Zhao Jiangsheng said it out loud.

So it can be understood that Zhao Jiangsheng was the only one who doubted the efficacy of the medicinal soup.

Whoever doubts must verify it.

Zhao Jiangsheng's whole body shook, and he instantly felt like he was being roasted on a fire.

Drink? My body can’t handle it.

Don't drink? It made him seem unreasonable and specifically targeting the other person.

Yes, he was indeed targeting this young man, but if he didn't drink, wouldn't that mean he was giving in?
No, I still can’t drink it. If I fall down, won’t Miss Bai next to me laugh at me?

Seeing Boss Zhao's hesitation, Zhang Wen winked at Bai Lu beside him.

Bai Lu had attended many such drinking parties before, so he immediately understood what Zhang Wen meant.

So she stood up, opened a bottle of Maozi, walked to Zhao Jiangsheng's side, and said with a smile: "Boss Zhao, don't you want to know the effects of that bottle of medicinal soup? I'm very curious, and I think the bosses here are also very curious. Whether you can satisfy our curiosity depends on you."

After saying that, he handed over the straw in his hand.

"..."

Zhao Jiangsheng was speechless.

He had originally decided not to drink it, but when he saw the female star personally handing the wine to him, he immediately hesitated again.

If he doesn't drink, how can he get closer to the other person? Even if he meets at the table in the future, this will become a reason for the other person to refuse his toast.

Looking at that beautiful face, he finally made up his mind and took the straw from the other person's hand.

"Okay, I'll drink."

After saying that, he took a deep breath, counted three numbers in his mind, then picked up the bottle and started drinking.

The spicy taste fills the entire mouth, goes down the throat, from the esophagus to the stomach, and wherever the white wine passes, there is a burning sensation.

It feels like what I drank was fire in my stomach.

He had no time to savor the mellowness, the delicacy, the crispness, the sweetness, he just felt hot and wanted to vomit.

All the uncomfortable feelings intertwined together, as if I was being tortured.

What with selling fake medicine and hooking up with celebrities, at this moment he only had one thought in mind, to finish the drink quickly.

However, the wine in the bottle would not move according to the drinker's will. Zhao Jiangsheng originally wanted to take a breath before drinking, but he lost control and sprayed out the wine before he could swallow it. "Poof!"

Zhao Jiangsheng's mouth was like a shower, showering all the food on the table.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Zhao Jiangsheng put down the bottle, bent over and coughed violently. Not only did his face turn red, but even tears came out.

"Old Zhao, are you okay?"

Wang Hewei on the side quickly reached out to pat Lao Zhao on the back.

After a long while, Zhao Jiangsheng stopped coughing, but his eyes were full of bloodshot and he leaned back in the chair, looking extremely embarrassed. Where was the arrogance he had just now?
"Brother Zhang, can we try it now?" Wu Defa asked.

After hearing this, Zhang Wen smiled bitterly and shook his head. "Boss Wu, it seems Boss Zhao didn't finish drinking it, and he vomited so much. Even if he drank this medicine, he wouldn't feel any effect. The more serious the condition, the more you can feel the magical effect of this bottle of medicine."

In short, it means one thing: this person doesn’t deserve to drink!
That’s right, Zhang Wen just wanted to teach this Zhao guy a lesson.

Although money allows one to do whatever he wants, this man surnamed Zhao did not give him any money, so he would never let the other party do whatever he wants in front of him.

"what?"

Wu Defa frowned, his heart full of resentment towards Lao Zhao.

Lao Zhao, Lao Zhao, you've already drunk, couldn't you hold on a little longer? Now you've failed, and that half a bottle of wine you just drank wasted.

Alas, what a pity for this table of food.

Wu Defa sighed.

He hasn't eaten a single bite yet.

"Waiter, please remove the dishes from the table, tidy it up again, and serve another table of the same dishes as what we just ordered." Wu Defa called the waiter and gave the order.

"Yes!" The waiter immediately began to clear the table, still full of curiosity. These dishes had clearly not been touched, so why did they have to be removed and replaced? What a waste.

Maybe this is the habit of rich people, order two tables, eat one, and throw away the other.

"Old Wu, today's meal is on me." Zhao Jiangsheng said at this time, finally feeling less uncomfortable.

Wu Defa waved his hand, indicating that it was not necessary.

Is he worried about the food money?
Do not!
I'm worried that no one will come to drink this bottle of wine.

He had originally planned to get back some ground tonight, but ended up with four old men and big bosses all getting defeated over a bottle of wine. It was so embarrassing to tell others about it.

Bai Lu returned to sit next to Zhang Wen. Although there was no expression on his face, he stretched out his foot and rubbed the man's calf intimately under the table.

With the man, she not only felt protected, but also experienced the pleasure of revenge.

Anyway, she didn't dare treat these big bosses like this.

Zhang Wen's expression remained calm. This little temptation had no effect on him. If he moved up half a meter, he might even get excited.

Seeing that the other bosses present still had no reaction, he directly picked up the bottle filled with fairy peach water and said, "It seems that this bottle of medicine soup can only be consumed by myself."

After saying that, he went to screw the lid.

When Wu Defa saw it, he immediately became anxious.

He remembered that the other party had said that it was very difficult to collect the herbs for making the medicinal soup. If this bottle was drunk, he didn't know when he would get the next one.

Damn it, just give it a try. The worst that can happen is that I’ll be taken away by the ambulance. It’s not like I’ve been hospitalized before.

"Brother Zhang!"

Wu Defa stopped Zhang Wen with one hand and picked up a bottle of Maotai with the other, "I'll do it, I'll drink it!"

Zhang Wen stopped twisting the lid.

He had no intention of drinking, he just wanted to force these people to make a quick decision.

"Don't worry, Mr. Wu. I'm here. With this bottle of medicine, you'll be fine." Zhang Wen said with a smile.

Wu Defa nodded, then opened the bottle cap of Maozi and started drinking.

Wang Hewei, who was standing by, secretly worried for Old Wu. Drinking a whole bottle of Maotai for the sake of his health, this sounded a bit unreliable.
Zhao Jiangsheng, who had just recovered, cheered Old Wu on in his heart. He wanted to see what magical effects the bottle of medicine had.

Wu Defa learned from Lao Zhao's lesson. He did not drink it all in one breath. Instead, he took two sips, rested for a while, and then continued drinking.

Although the rest period is not long, only a dozen seconds or even a few seconds, it can effectively relieve the irritation caused by the spicy food, so that you won't choke and spit it out.

In this way, Wu Defa spent a full three minutes and finally drank the whole bottle of Maozi. Then he sat down on the chair, leaned back, and felt dizzy.

Your usual alcohol tolerance has no reference value in this situation, because drinking two bottles of Maozi in three hours and drinking a bottle of Maozi in three minutes are completely different things.

It's like moving bricks. It's very easy to move a ton of bricks in three hours. But if you insist on finishing it within three minutes, even if you only move half of them, you will be exhausted.

"Old Wu has finished drinking." Zhao Jiangsheng was the first to step forward, regaining his previous arrogant demeanor. He looked at Zhang Wen and urged, "Hurry up and show us the effects of the medicine soup."

Zhang Wen ignored Zhao and looked at Wu Defa and asked, "Is Mr. Wu feeling uncomfortable now?"

"Yeah." Wu Defa responded. Although he rested several times, he still felt dizzy and dizzy, especially his stomach, which seemed like there was a fire burning inside.

Zhang Wen did not hand the bottle to Wu Defa, but picked up the other's wine glass, poured only one glass, and then handed it to Wu Defa.

"Mr. Wu, it's time to take your medicine."

"Ok?"

Wu Defa felt dazed for a moment. Why did he feel like he was going to become Dalang?

But no matter what he thought, he still resisted the urge to vomit, took the cup and drank the medicine in it.

A sweet feeling extended from the throat to the stomach. The discomfort caused by drinking was slowly subsiding, as if the lump in the stomach was extinguished. Not only was the burning feeling gone, but I didn't even want to vomit.

"Old Wu, how is it?" Zhao Jiangsheng asked with concern. He was ready to pour the wine on the young man, just waiting for Old Wu to say something.

Wu Defa straightened up after hearing this, because while Lao Zhao was asking the question, his head was no longer dizzy, his eyes were no longer blurry, and apart from a little bloating in the stomach, he had no other discomfort, as if he had just drunk not a bottle of wine, but a sip of wine.

Does the medicine cure the disease immediately? Does it work immediately?
So amazing?

No wonder screenwriter Zhang can finish eight bottles without getting drunk. With this medicinal soup, he feels that he can do it too.

"Brother Zhang!"

Wu Defa snatched the bottle of medicine and said excitedly, "No, Doctor Zhang, how much is this bottle of medicine? I'll buy it!"

"..."

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(End of this chapter)