Brother Yongmei was getting drunk, "Okay, okay!" He was half-lying on the chair comfortably and contentedly. It was obvious that he was drunk.
"This is our Bacchus." Yongmei's sister-in-law seemed to be very familiar with these two old men. She pointed to one of them with a smile, and her red face looked like she had been drinking wine for a long time.
"Do you still have Bacchus in Russia?"
Yue Wen smiled. In his impression, the oil painting created by the Russian Karl Pavlovich Bryulov was called "The Gathering of Dionysus". The goddess in the painting was lifted high, revealing her delicate body.
The body is in sharp contrast to the old Dionysus.
The painter uses passionate brushwork and Baroque composition to convey an exciting emotion.
But looking at the Dionysus in front of him, he felt that he was also very excited now.
"Young man, don't be embarrassed." Yongmei's father came over at some point. He patted his shoulder and looked at his son with disgust.
"Pah - pah - pah -"
Three cups were placed in front of Yue Wen and the two old men.
"Gudong Gudong——"
The golden package of vodka filled the wine glass, "This is our "Czar" vodka." Yongmei's sister-in-law was very proud. In her mind, this vodka might be China's Moutai.
Among all kinds of foreign spirits, vodka seems to be one of the more despised ones. It does not have the fragrance and mellowness of whiskey or brandy, it does not have the exotic and rich feeling of tequila, it does not have the sweetness of rum, and it does not have the mellowness of gin.
It has a fresh aroma. Chinese people who are used to drinking liquor will find vodka bland and not even "energetic" enough.
However, when it comes to the "Snow Tree" and "Tsar" vodkas, the mouthfeel is particularly smooth, and the unique sweetness of vodka is also relatively rich and balanced.
Well, the alcohol content is much lower than that of Chinese liquor, and it cannot be compared with the Mongolian "smothering donkeys" and "burning knives".
The God of Bacchus and the other polar bear picked up the glasses, chattered a few words, and started drinking the vodka.
Not to be outdone, Yue Wen drank the vodka in one sip. Well, it was okay.
"Pah - pah - pah -"
The cup hit the glass turntable, and the cup was served with great momentum.
The number of empty vodka bottles on the table continued to increase, and soon one of the old men fell down, leaving only Bacchus and Yue Wen on the scene.
However, the real contest has just begun!
I don't know when the private room was full of people, including guests, waiters, Chinese, Mongolians, and Russians. Everyone was watching this ultimate showdown, this ultimate showdown between Dionysus.
The God of Wine raised his eyebrows, pointed at Yue Wen, said "ba", and drank another vodka.
Yue Wen also raised his eyebrows, pointed at him, said "ba", and took a sip.
This was a hard fight. She couldn’t cheat in front of so many people. Priscilla Ge panicked and said, “Call 119!”
Zhang Qian had already put Ren Gongcheng on the sofa in the private room, and was having a great time taking photos with her SLR. Seeing that Ge Huixian had lost her mind, she smiled, "What should I call 119? I should call 120. Well, this vodka
If you drink it, it will turn into a pot of fire. You have to call 119 to put out the fire for them!"
….
One bite after another, one cup after another.
Yue Wen and the Russian god of wine were completely in love. The waitress was busy refilling the wine for both of them, but she ran out of time. Soon, the table was filled with golden wine bottles.
This drinking scene has attracted the attention of everyone in the Ergun Hotel. More and more people stopped drinking, watching the dancing, and listening to the songs. They all poured in and filled this small conference room.
The private room was packed to the brim.
The corridor was also full of people, and from time to time someone shouted "Come on" in Mongolian and Chinese.
In addition to Zhang Qian, many people took out their mobile phones to take pictures. Yue Wen's figure really looked thin and short in front of the God of Dionysus, but his momentum was not inferior to him.
If you point at me, I will point at you. You put down the cup and I put it down. Every time the two of them drank a glass, the crowd shouted "Okay", one wave after another, one after another.
, the private room was about to be overturned by the sound.
The two drank one glass after another, not convinced by each other, neither willing to be outdone.
"boom--"
Yue Wen immediately put down his cup, "Double, double ribbons, five, five, five golds, six consecutive rises, four bases piled up with punches, bases piled up, bases piled up, four bases piled up..."
The fist-fighting song of the mountains and seas was shouted out involuntarily. It almost blurted out, gushed out. The sound came from the heart and the roots of the feet, but it was like a long roar from the sea and a long groan from the valley...
The god of wine looked at him and started singing too, but the Russian drinking songs were not as powerful as the drinking songs of Shanhai!
"I wholeheartedly respect you for hitting the bases, Four Seasons Lai Cai hitting the bases, 66 straights and 66 straights, 66 straights and hitting the bases..."
Yue Wen drank faster and faster, and the waitress's hands were so tired that they were sore. Slowly, the Dionysian could no longer keep up with his rhythm...
This was a tug-of-war that lasted for nearly half an hour. Amid waves of cheers, the table was filled with vodka.
Sister-in-law Yongmei, Zhang Qian and others all shouted at the top of their lungs, but the Russian God of Dionysus finally couldn't stand it any longer. He gave Yue Wen a thumbs up and then lay down on the table unable to get up.
"Brother, you drink. Brother, come and pour a cup. After finishing this cup, let's have a third cup..."
Yue Wen's drinking songs are still sung, but the Russian songs of Dionysus can no longer be heard.
Lao Maozi has fallen, but the Chinese are still standing!
The Chinese in the bar suddenly cheered.
Yongmei's father was happy and hugged Yue Wen. Yue Wen's eyes were blurred and he just nodded with a smile.
Zhang Qian's eyes were filled with tears. She kept taking pictures with her SLR, taking pictures of Yue Wen, her father, the excited crowd, and the worried Priscilla Ge...
"You are our hero! Hero! Battle! Battle!"
Yongmei smiled and came over, "My father participated in the self-defense counterattack against India, and he said he would give you the military spur."
Military assassin, oh, Yue Wen's eyes were dim and he kept clasping his hands, well, now Ni Liang doesn't have to be afraid anymore.
People kept ordering songs for him and offering him cigarettes. Even the hotel owner was excited. He was a sexy middle-aged man. "Tonight is free!" He still felt that it was not enough.
It's not enough to express his emotions, "From now on, when this little brother comes to the hotel, he can take care of whatever he wants to drink and eat."
Brother Yongmei stood up unsteadily, "I please..."
"No, I won't do it." The boss refused to say anything. He patted Yue Wen's shoulder and picked up the phone. "Okay, what's your last name? Let me find out. Are you from Shanhai? There is a table of Shanhai people here!"
Holding the phone in his hand, he looked Yue Wen up and down, "Little brother, what's your last name, how do I call you?"
"My surname is Yue!" Yue Wen said, but he knocked on the table hard.
"Are you Yue Wen, Director Yue?" The hotel owner looked him up and down again, "Are you Director Yue?...Are you really Director Yue?"