Chapter 97 After drinking these six bottles, the house will be transferred to me tomorrow
The scene suddenly turned cold.
Song Yuen was so anxious that he stamped his feet and thought, is there anyone like you who asks for help? Jiang is not a bad person, you can coax him well. He kept winking at Fu Yanlin, but Fu Yanlin didn't even look at it, and just shook the red wine glass.
liquid in the bottle, patiently waiting for Jiang Shifang’s answer.
Song Yuen couldn't see such a tense situation, so he took the initiative to calm down the situation and said to Jiang Shifang, "Mr. Jiang, I have a bad temper, but I'm really here to discuss buying a house with you. You have many properties in your name, so why bother about this one?"
?Isn’t it nice to sell it at a good price? We can all be friends, right?”
Jiang Shifang was a coward, but he had no shortage of self-esteem. He gritted his teeth and said, "Friend? Today I will smash his fucking ashtray. If I can't kill him, we are friends!"
Song Yuen: That’s not possible. When will we retaliate against each other? It’s better to laugh away the grudges.
Fu Yanlin looked up at Jiang Shifang and said calmly, "Okay, I'll let you smash it once."
Song Yuen:......
Jiang Shifang:......
Fu Yanlin was not joking at all. He put down his wine glass and handed the crystal ashtray in front of him to Jiang Shifang.
The crystal ashtray was sinking. When Jiang Shifang caught it, it couldn't help but sink.
Fu Yan did not change his expression when faced with the situation, "After the smashing is over, sell the house to me."
"..."
Jiang Shifang didn't have any bad intentions. He simply didn't want to sell the house to Fu Yanlin.
That house is a luxury property owned by the Jiang family, one of the best in Jiangzhou, and it can be bought in seconds even if you have money. It was specially left to him and Zhu Qingjia by his father Jiang Ruxin. Mainly because Zhu Qingjia thought that Wen Sheng liked the flat-floor apartment, so before the sale opened
Just two sets were left, thinking that the best friends would be neighbors. Jiang Shifang was a little jealous and said something in front of his father. Jiang Ruxin simply left one set for him and asked him to live there too so that he could take care of his sister.
How dare he sell it?
If he sold it, it would be strange if his father didn't strangle him to death.
But who would have thought that Fu Yanlin, his grandson, would be willing to give him a hit - Jiang Shifang couldn't handle this.
The Fu family is so rich, where can they buy a house?
Jiang Shifang grabbed the heavy ashtray, feeling particularly complicated. The cold ashtray suddenly became hot to the touch.
Fu Yanlin was indifferent, sitting on the sofa, waiting for Jiang Shifang's "attack" at any time. He raised his eyelids and seemed a little impatient, "Are you going to smash it or not?"
Jiang Shifang remembered ten years ago - at that time, he was really cruel and heartless. He knew that Fu Yanlin was the illegitimate son of the Fu family. He wanted to make a joke, but in fact he had no bad intentions. Who knew that Fu Yanlin used an ashtray?
The scoop was blown. Not only was the college entrance examination delayed, it became a joke in Jiangzhou.
I can hold this breath for ten years.
But when it comes to right or wrong, he already knew he was wrong. He shouldn't have ridiculed Fu Yanlin's life experience. The ashtray he suffered was not unjust.
It's just that he also wants to save face, so Baba can't just go and apologize to Fu Yanlin, right?
Jiang Shifang also wanted to try it. If an ashtray was smashed down, would the person named Fu be able to hold on?
He raised his hand and raised the ashtray, and in his mind he flashed the image of Fu Yanlin's brain exploding and dripping with blood when the ashtray fell down.
Song Yuen's heart was pounding. He was afraid that these two idiots were not serious, so he couldn't help but remind him, "Jiang Shifang, please be gentle - that's a human head, not a fucking carrot!"
Fu Yanlin didn't panic at all. If he could get the chance to be neighbors with Wen Sheng in exchange for being hit by an ashtray, he would be willing to die.
The pain that could be imagined did not come.
Jiang Shifang threw the ashtray in front of Fu Yanlin, sat on the sofa, lit a cigarette, met Fu Yanlin's gaze, and said pretentiously and calmly, "I'm different from you. I don't like to hit people, like a bandit."
——Let’s change the way we play!”
Fu Yanlin narrowed his eyes, "How do you want to play?"
"How men play!"
Fu Yanlin’s eyebrows tightened.
"Why, you don't dare to play?"
Fu Yanlin raised his eyelids and said, "I will do as you say."
Jiang Shifang smiled, then hugged a second-generation rich man next to him, leaned into his ear and said something. Then the second-generation rich man was stunned and looked at Fu Yanlin tremblingly.
Jiang Shifang slapped him on the shoulder, "Why are you panicking? He said he wanted to play!"
The second-generation rich man then stood up, took his cell phone and left the box.
Song Yuen followed him out suspiciously.
Fu Yanlin was calm.
No matter how Jiang Shifang attacks tonight, he will accept everything.
About twenty minutes later, Jiang Shifang's man came back with a box of liquor in his arms. Song Yuen followed behind, looking unhappy.
A box of wine was opened and placed on the marble table, six bottles, each of 500 ml.
Jiang Shifang pointed to the pile of wine and said, "Fu Laoliu, I heard that you grew up in Jiazhou, so you must know this bar? Luzhou Laojiao, Fifty-Two Degrees. Can you finish this box of wine today, both of us?"
The past grudges have been wiped out, and I will sell the house to you at the market price - but if you can’t finish the drink, I’m sorry, I won’t sell the house, and I won’t sell it even if you fucking kill me.”
Who can drink so much? Fu Yanlin, if you want my house, you might as well eat shit.
Jiang Shifang felt that he was just an ordinary little genius. In this way, he not only humiliated Fu Yanlin, but also did not need to sell the house. Perfect!
Song Yuen was the first to quit, "Mr. Jiang, if I don't make such a joke like this, even the god of wine can't drink so much!"
"Mr. Xiao Song, it's Fu Laoliu who said it. I can make whatever conditions you want," Jiang Shifang said with his legs crossed. "These are my conditions. I don't care how he drinks, as long as he drinks these six bottles, no one else can help."
, I will transfer the house to his name tomorrow."
Fu Yanlin sat and looked at the six bottles of wine without saying anything.
He can drink, and his drinking capacity is okay, but he really can't do six bottles.
Do you want to admit defeat?
Jiang Shifang put out his cigarette and asked Fu Yanlin, "Can you do it? If not, don't waste your time and just give in. I can be friends with you, but the house is not for sale-"
After saying that, Jiang Shifang stood up and asked his friends to leave together.
At this moment, Fu Yanlin spoke.
"I drink."
There is no word of surrender in his dictionary.
Jiang Shifang turned around and met Fu Yanlin's firm and deep eyes, with an expression that said if you can't afford to play with your grandson, then go home and go to bed.
However, Fu Yanlin opened his mouth and said, "After drinking these six bottles, the house will be transferred to me tomorrow."
Jiang Shi looked calm, but his heart was shaking.
Does this grandson really dare to come?
Damn, it seems like...he dug a hole for himself and buried it?
Jiang Shifang narrowed his eyes.
The next second, Fu Yanlin unscrewed the wine bottle and started blowing it directly.