After sitting down, everyone was unhappy because of Mo Hai's abrupt behavior, and the atmosphere became depressing and heavy.
"Brother Jin, if this little brother can be so valued by you, he must have a good background. I wonder which martial arts sect he is a disciple of?" Li Mu asked with a smile.
From Zeng Jinren's speech and behavior, it can be seen that Zeng Jinren does not have Alzheimer's disease, so this can only mean that this young man has a great background and his strength should be acceptable.
A young man in his twenties, no matter how talented he is, can reach the peak of transformation. Zeng Jinren values this young man so much, I am afraid he values the power behind this young man. This boy may be a member of some hidden sect or family.
Personal disciple, Li Mu thought like this.
"You want to ask Mr. Mo's origin, I really don't know? Mr. Mo, can you tell me a little bit?" Zeng Jinren said with a smile. All he knew about Mo Hai was from what Ye Wufeng said. He only knew that Mo Hai was very powerful.
He really didn't know Mo Hai's background, and he didn't investigate. A powerful person like Mo Hai didn't like others to investigate.
"Of course it's convenient. I have to ask you to take care of my family in the future." Mo Hai said with a smile. Since he has come together with the official, Mo Hai naturally wants to use the official's blessing for his family and friends. This blessing is actually of little use.
But something is better than nothing.
Seeing that Mo Hai was about to announce his origin, everyone looked at him curiously.
Mo Hai took out his ID card from his body, handed it to Zeng Jinren, and said with a smile: "Mr. Zeng, if you want to know my origin, it's very simple. By checking my ID card, you can get all my information from elementary school to university."
"Ah? Mr. Mo, you, are you still a college student?" Zeng Jinren was stunned and a little unbelievable.
A person like Mo Hai should not be a secular person. Unexpectedly, he is still a college student, which is even more incredible.
"Isn't it normal for college students?" Mo Hai said with a smile.
Zeng Jinren looked suspicious, but he still took Mo Hai's ID card and asked someone to check it. Soon, all Mo Hai's information was transferred.
It can be said that Mo Hai's background is nothing special, and there is not even the slightest bright spot. Mo Hai is just an ordinary young man. He just graduated from an undergraduate college in Ontario last year. In school, too,
Average.
And the photo on the information shows Mo Hai.
"What? Mr. Zeng, don't you believe this is me?" Seeing Zeng Jinren looking through the information with a strange look on his face, Mo Hai couldn't help but laugh.
"Well, Mr. Mo, your information is so different from yours. It's completely different." Zeng Jinren could only tell the truth. He really doubted Mo Hai's identity, but it was just a cover-up.
"This is me. If Mr. Zeng doesn't believe it, you can go to my elementary school, junior high school, high school, university, and my neighbors for verification," Mo Hai said.
Mo Hai had already said this, what else could Zeng Jinren say? If he really went through a round of verification and confirmed that Mo Hai was that ordinary, then he would probably collapse.
No one can believe that a pinnacle master of martial arts, who was so powerful that the hidden sect could not lift him up, lived an ordinary life for more than twenty years.
"There's no need to ask for proof. I naturally believe Mr. Mo's words." Zeng Jinren said with a smile, but he didn't mean what he said.
"Haha, it doesn't matter what your identity is. We soldiers don't care about birth status. As long as we have ability, we can convince people even if we are a beggar. Qinglong, Master Mo has come all the way, and you don't respect Mo either.
Young Master, a cup?" Li Mu said with a smile, there was something hidden in his words.
The burly man sitting next to Li Mu suddenly stood up, picked up the wine dispenser, and said to Mo Hai: "Master Mo, although you are young, but Chief Zeng thinks so highly of you, you must be something special.
I don’t know how to say nice things, so I’ll give you three toasts first.”
After Qinglong finished speaking, he drank all the wine in the wine dispenser, and then poured two more glasses, making a total of three glasses.
This wine dispenser is filled with more than three ounces of wine, and the volume of three cups of wine dispenser is one kilogram. Although the men in the army drink a lot, if they drink like this, no matter how much they drink, they will be drunk and unconscious.
Qinglong finished three cups and looked at Mo Hai, his meaning was obvious.
Everyone at the wine table was looking at Mo Hai. Drinking wine was also a way to convince others. Li Mu asked Qinglong to stand up just to make Mo Hai drunk with wine. He was unhappy when he saw Mo Hai like this.
, but it’s hard to say it clearly, so the only way is to drink wine at the wine table.
"Qinglong, we all know that you drink a lot, but Mr. Mo is a young man after all. He is not as good at drinking as you. It's a bit difficult for you to drink a pound as soon as you come." Zeng Jinren helped Mo Hai find a step to get off.
Although people in martial arts can use their internal strength to expel alcohol from their bodies when drinking, no one would do this when actually drinking, as it would be shameful.
So Zeng Jinren feels that when it comes to drinking, Mo Hai may not be Qinglong's opponent.
"I haven't had a good drink in many years. It's rare to meet someone with a good drinker. In that case, I will drink with you." Mo Hai said with a smile, and then filled three wine dispensers, happily
Drink.
The wine in the army is quite good.
Seeing that Mo Hai drank a pound so happily without changing his expression, Qinglong was slightly surprised, but he was also inspired to fight and continued to fight with Mo Hai.
However, his drinking capacity is no match for Mo Hai.
After drinking five bottles of white wine, Qinglong was already blushing. Finally, he couldn't hold on any longer and lay down on the table and fell asleep.
But Mo Hai remained as usual.
"The wine is good, Mr. Zeng. I wonder if you can give me some as a gift later." Mo Hai said with a smile.
"Uh, okay, okay, the matter in Xiangxi is settled. Mr. Mo, you can have as much as you want." Zeng Jinren said quickly. He was shocked by Mo Hai's drinking capacity, but he still suspected that Mo Hai had used a secret method to secretly dissolve the alcohol's power.
Otherwise, how could anyone drink five kilograms of liquor and still look calm?
Li Mu's face darkened when he saw Qinglong fell. It seemed that defeating Mo Hai with wine would not work.
If this trick doesn't work, you can only use another trick.
Li Mu looked at another middle-aged man again.
"Bai Hu, Mr. Mo hasn't had enough fun yet, so you should accompany him and have a nice clinking glass with Mr. Mo."
Li Mu emphasized the word "clink glasses", which seemed to have a profound meaning.
The man named Bai Hu stood up, held the wine glass, poured his inner energy into the wine glass, and then deliberately clinked the glass with Mo Hai, hoping to quietly shatter Mo Hai's wine glass with one touch and make Mo Hai embarrassed.
But this little trick is really not worth mentioning in front of Mo Hai.
With a "pop" sound, Bai Hu's wine glass shattered and the wine spilled. Bai Hu was a little embarrassed.