Then he threw away Ma Yuntao's cup, picked up two unopened bottles of liquor from the side, and placed one of them in front of Ma Yuntao.
"Old rule, start with three bottles!"
"Whoever lies down today will bear all the expenses for the next month!"
Liu Haiming opened the wine bottle and said.
Ma Yuntao raised his eyebrows and said with a sneer: "Are you, old guy, eyeing my money?"
"But I'm not afraid of you! Just drink! If you fall down in the end, don't lie and say you have no money!"
Liu Haiming's face darkened when he heard this, "Fart! Do I owe you this little money!"
"If it weren't for those ungrateful beasts at Tianyang Gate, wouldn't I be richer than an old guy like you?"
Xu Shi's mention of Tianyangmen brought back the sad past in his heart, and Liu Haiming suddenly fell silent.
He silently opened the bottle and blew directly into the bottle.
A bottle full of high-strength liquor had already reached its bottom in just over ten seconds.
Drinking like this really opened Wang Ziming's horizons.
He, who was a little over the top, immediately woke up and stretched out his arm to poke Li Tianyuan, who was also drunk next to him.
"Tianyuan, are all the people around Mr. Lin so good at drinking?"
There was even a hint of panic in Wang Ziming's voice.
Originally, he thought that he had a good drinking capacity, at least in his circle, no one could drink him down.
But after seeing Lin Xiao and Li Tianyuan's drinking capacity, Wang Ziming gave up this idea.
Not to mention Lin Xiao's terrifying drinking capacity, even Li Tianyuan's drinking capacity is comparable to that of Wang Ziming.
Liu Haiming and Ma Yuntao, who were having a drink at the moment, directly refreshed Wang Ziming's three views.
He has seen old men who can drink, and he has seen many of them.
But where has he seen an old man with a box of liquor under his feet and constantly pouring wine into his mouth?
Looking at the two old men with white beards and hair, Wang Ziming felt a little worried in his heart, fearing that the two old guys would die early due to alcohol poisoning.
Li Tianyuan glanced at him and said with a smile: "What? Are you scared?"
"There is no one around Mr. Lin who can't drink. These two are martial arts masters, so it's nothing to drink."
"But the people in Mr. Lin's Qingtian Security Company are also better drinkers than the others. I will take you to see them when I get the chance!"
Hearing this, Wang Ziming nodded silently, his eyes twinkling.
Today he was hit hard. First, he failed miserably in the drag racing that he was always proud of, and now he is no match for others even when it comes to drinking.
Thinking of this, Wang Ziming's heart ached a little, and he silently picked up the wine glass and took a sip.
This scene was caught by Li Tianyuan, who glared at him and said: "Who do you look down on? How can you drink like you!"
"Come, let's pay homage to my eldest brother together!"
With that said, he pulled Wang Ziming to toast Lin Xiao.
Lin Xiao naturally refused to accept anyone who came, but he had already emptied his wine glass in a few seconds.
Wang Ziming's face turned bitter and he could only bite the bullet and finish the glass of wine.
Li Tianyuan seemed not ready to give up yet, and took another bottle to pour wine for Wang Ziming.
"Pfft!"
"Tianyuan, you're going too far. Can't you do it if you don't see Zi Ming?"
Qin Wanqiu suddenly laughed out loud.
Hearing this, Li Tianyuan was stunned. He first glanced at Qin Wanqiu, then looked at Wang Ziming, and asked blankly: "Are you going to die?"
"That's not possible! Men can't say they can't do it!"
Wang Ziming frowned and continued: "It's all over the place. If I'm not dissatisfied, you won't give me face!"
Li Tianyuan grinned, looked at Qin Wanqiu and said, "Sister-in-law, please don't talk nonsense. My brother Ziming has a good drinking capacity."