"Come on, sir, this kind of garbage cannot belong to your opponent."
The waiter said worriedly.
The speed of Bacchus' drinking has never been suppressed by anyone.
But now, whether it is speed or the bottle in front of him, Yang Tian is obviously better!
If the dignified Dionysus loses to such a little person, people will laugh out loud if word spreads. His value as the Dionysian’s exclusive receptionist will also plummet!
"Shut up!"
The fat man glanced at the waiter gloomily.
This is not to cheer him up, it is clearly to remind him that he is about to lose!
After finishing his words, the fat man picked up the wine bottle and poured it into his mouth again, but suddenly a wine burp came up, and all the wine he had just drank spurted out from his throat.
The huge table was covered with wine, and even the surrounding service staff had a lot of it splashed on them.
Everyone was stunned.
In their line of work, it's common for people to have drinks spit on them.
but!
That’s the god of wine!
They have received Dionysus here not only dozens of times, but dozens of times, and they have never seen Dionysus make such a fool of himself!
"this......"
The waiter who just spoke was immediately stunned.
"I won."
Yang Tian finished the drink in his hand, put the bottle on the table, and looked at the fat man.
Lin Qiming looked at Yang Tian in astonishment.
They have been together for so long, but they didn't know Yang Tian had such a drinking capacity!
Not to mention other things, Yang Tian's drinking capacity can be appreciated by many big bosses!
After all, in business nowadays, cooperation is almost always discussed over drinks and dinners.
The drunken fat man turned his body to one side and vomited while holding the trash can. After he finally vomited completely, he realized that he...lost!
"How is this possible?"
The drunken fat man slumped on the chair numbly, looking at Yang Tian with a pair of cloudy eyes without focus.
He actually lost to Yang Tian?
He was a great Dionysian, but he actually lost to such a little loser?
This is impossible!
"Mr. Yang has a good drinking capacity!"
At this moment, the door of the box was opened, and a man with a scar across his face walked in.
There were several bodyguards behind him. After the bodyguards came in, the waiter in the box immediately cleaned up the box and left.
Yang Tian raised his eyebrows and looked at the visitor without saying a word.
"Useless stuff."
Song Laosan didn't mind his attitude. He walked up to the drunken man, slapped him with a slap in the face, and then kicked him from the stool to the ground: "How can you become like this with just a little wine? Are you still the god of wine?"
"Master Song..."
The fat body of the drunkard shrank, and he did not dare to resist Song Laosan's beating.
As a wine god, he just has a good reputation. Relying on this reputation, others are very polite to him.
But his ability was nothing compared to Song Laosan.
In other words, if Song Laosan wanted to crush him to death, it would be easier than crushing an ant to death.
"What a waste of my good wine."
Song Laosan glanced at him.
The bodyguards who were following Song Laosan immediately stepped forward, lifted the fat man up, and brought him to Song Laosan with his hands clasped behind his back.
"Master Song, Master Song, spare your life!"
The fat man looked at Song Laosan in horror. He couldn't move his body and could only keep begging for mercy.
"Spare your life, you are talking like I want to kill you."
Song Laosan sneered coldly, raised his hand and patted Fatty Jiu's face, and then punched Fatty Jiu in the stomach.
The fat man's face changed, and his stomach spasmed. He opened his mouth and was about to vomit when the bodyguard behind him quickly removed his jaw.
The strength of his jaw was gone, and he could not spit out the things stuck in his throat. Within a few minutes, the drunken man's face, which had been red just now, turned blue and purple from holding back.
Seeing that the drunken man was about to be choked to death by his vomit, the bodyguard pressed his jaw for him.
The fat man held his neck in pain, fell to his knees on the ground, vomited and coughed, with tears and snot running all over his face.
He was in such a state of embarrassment that he couldn't be as fussy as before.
