Around the position where Zhao Sanjin and the snake girl stood, there had been a gathering of onlookers. Although the dialogue between them was not clear to anyone present, at the moment, they stood next to the wine table. Even those who did not know the situation could guess a few points.

"Come on, how to drink?"

"It's very simple. There are 70 cups here, and the capacity of each cup is 100ml. We always drink. Who drinks more cups, even if he wins, what do you think?" the snake girl has no good competition method, and can only use the simplest and clumsy method.

Zhao Sanjin, who has a black face, wants to say that he is not very good, but what can he do if he is not very good? Zhao Sanjin didn't have a better competition method, so he had to nod and admit it. However, Zhao Sanjin didn't know which tendon was in his brain. He suddenly asked, "what if he hasn't distinguished the winner from the loser after drinking?"

The snake girl really didn't think about this problem. She didn't know what to do for a while. She could only prevaricate and say, "after drinking!"

Anyway, from the Snake Girl's point of view, she can't drink half. If Zhao Sanjin can drink half, it's even Zhao Sanjin won.

"That's the beginning?" the Snake Girl asked Zhao Sanjin's advice.

"Drink!"

After drinking a glass of wine, Zhao Sanjin felt that he was not so good, especially the tumultuous trend in his stomach, which surprised Zhao Sanjin the strength of Qin wine.

"Don't back down, Mr. Zhao, otherwise I'll be too boring!" the snake girl smiled and swallowed the second glass of Qin wine.

"It's worthy of being the largest category of spirits in the world. Compared with the one recommended by the bartender just now, it's too childish." Zhao Sanjin smiled bitterly and sighed. He picked up the second glass of Qin wine, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and then drank it.

At the same time, the snake girl has taken the third cup in her hand. She always has to take a pat on Zhao Sanjin quickly, which makes Zhao Sanjin helpless.

In ten minutes, Zhao Sanjin caught up with the Snake Girl. The empty cup in front of them had reached an amazing 20 cups, more than half of each person's 35 glasses of Qin wine, which became the absolute talk of the onlookers.

Twenty gin, what does this mean? Maybe others are not too clear. But people who have tried it know that twenty gin and two liters of capacity are exaggerated. They are not even comparable to the Baijiu liquor.

"If they drink like this, they will have stomach perforation sooner or later!" some people in the crowd couldn't help shaking their heads with regret.

After a little rest, Zhao Sanjin did not hesitate. He continued to raise the wine glass in front of him, looked vaguely at the Snake Girl, and said with a unclear smile: "another cup!"

"It's Mr. Zhao. He's not only smart and skillful, but also has such a terrible drinking capacity!" the snake girl still didn't mean to pick up the glass, but said a word of praise for Zhao Sanjin.

"Did you admit defeat?" Zhao Sanjin asked suspiciously, but he always felt that some were not credible.

"I... admit defeat!" the snake girl didn't continue to touch the wine glass. The short three words were spoken by the Snake Girl with great strength, and then the whole person limped to the sofa behind her like a pool of mud,

"I will start from now on. Only you, Mr. Zhao, will follow suit and never break your promise. As for another request, let's talk about it tomorrow..." after the slurred words of the snake girl fell, she made a vomit and left the place.