Tycoon: I can see the goddess's wish list novel Chapter 119

Chapter 119: 117, Drive slower, it’s uncomfortable when going too fast.

"Alright then, let’s go with Maotai."

Upon seeing Luofeng nod, Chen Dali naturally called the waiter over and began arranging for the Maotai.

"Brother Feng, let me toast you."

As soon as the Maotai liquor arrived, An Peng was the first to issue a challenge. After all, the face he’d lost on the racetrack had to be reclaimed at the dinner table.

"Brother Peng, you’re too polite."

After clinking glasses, they both downed their drinks in one gulp. The cups held about one liang each.

Chen Dali also actively joined the fray. "Come on, cheers! Li Mu, Duanmu Feng, let’s all drink together!"

"Brother Dali, a toast to you!" exclaimed Duanmu Feng, lifting his glass.

Although Chen Dali hadn’t called him, Lin Xiaoyun also chimed in, "Cheers, cheers!"

"Brother Feng, I think we should split into two teams, four against three. How about you, Brother Dali, and Brother Xiaoyun form one team?" An Peng suggested.

Luofeng was inwardly speechless. What is this nonsense? They’re lumping me with two noobs? Luofeng knew perfectly well how much like salted fish those two had been at the bar last time. Of course, since he knew them, he was well aware they were noobs.

After thinking it over, Luofeng nodded. "Alright then, but you two better pull your weight, or I can’t carry us alone."

Luofeng knew he’d have to deal with these people more in the future. If he didn’t put them in their place this time, they might try to take advantage of him later. That’s how it was at the drinking table: once they knew you were awesome, they wouldn’t dare challenge you to drink next time.

Quietly, Luofeng used his "Three Hundred Cups" prop card.

Chen Dali sighed. "Little brother, are you confused? These guys are incredible drinkers, all of them experts, and we’re going four against three? We’ve been had!"

An Peng immediately countered, "You’re talking nonsense, Brother Dali. I know your drinking capacity."

"Exactly, exactly! Brother Dali, you’re being too modest."

"And Brother Xiaoyun can also hold his liquor."

"We know we’re no match, that’s why it’s four against three!"

Lin Xiaoyun looked a bit grim. Since when am I part of the ’can hold his liquor’ crowd? This is a total setup!

Anyway, since Luofeng had accepted, if they couldn’t handle it later, Luofeng could deal with it. It was just like in ’Journey to the West’ at Lion Camel Ridge, where the two older demon brothers didn’t dare provoke Sun Wukong, so they let him pass and made their third brother face him.

The North-South War had begun. The two groups even rearranged their seats to form a North-South standoff.

After one round, Chen Dali and Lin Xiaoyun were still holding up. But by the fourth round, they started to whine, coming up with all sorts of excuses to avoid drinking. The opposing side kept urging them to drink, but the two showed no intention of doing so.

By the fifth round, practically everyone had consumed half a catty of liquor. Lin Xiaoyun was the first to bail. An Peng’s team of four was now facing only two from Luofeng’s side, and that number was about to shrink further. Luofeng glanced at the other four. They didn’t say it aloud, but their expressions clearly screamed, Eight hundred thousand against six hundred thousand—the advantage is ours!

After the seventh round, Li Mu, one of the four on the opposing side, was starting to falter. That dark-skinned An Peng wasn’t just incredible at driving; he was incredible at drinking too.

"Ready for more?"

By the ninth round, Brother Dali from Luofeng’s side had already thrown in the towel. Only An Peng and Duanmu Feng remained on the opposing side.

"Of course," An Peng replied, his dark face unreadable, his tone firm.

"Alright then, but don’t force yourself," Luofeng said with a smile.

"Brother Feng, I must say, I truly admire you. Your drinking capacity is great, and your driving is superb," An Peng began, starting to feel shaky and now laying on the praise.

Luofeng quickly responded, "Brother Peng, praise me some more. I feel the current level isn’t quite enough. For example, my racing skills have reached a professional level, but that doesn’t mean our North-South War is over, right?"

Seeing Luofeng’s slightly challenging tone, An Peng smiled. "Alright, let’s continue."

With that, he downed another glass of liquor. After forcefully swallowing, An Peng quickly grabbed some cold dishes with his chopsticks and stuffed them into his mouth.

Luofeng, in turn, also downed a glass. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

With his eyes closed, Luofeng could feel the Lamborghini Huracán’s crawling pace. Very slow indeed... He was quietly satisfied.

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