The birthday party has begun.
Father and son Yang Wenfeng and Yang Huan, as well as Zhang Xiaochuan, who was admired by Mr.
Zhuang and highly respected in the antique industry, were all left at the main table, and everyone else also found their own seats to sit down.
As for the father and son Qin Changjiang and Qin Yongming, they didn't know which corner they were hiding in and drawing circles.
The saddest thing is Yang Huan.
He was sitting next to Zhuang Ziqing, right across from Mr.
Zhuang and his wife, Zhuang Mingyang and Zhuang Zicheng, between them.
As a result, the old man seemed to really want to test Yang Huan's drinking capacity, and from time to time he would raise a glass and say he wanted to leave.
Zhang Xiaochuan also drinks two drinks every day, and since he and the old man have similar interests and can get along well, he drinks with him.
The things on the table are all fifty-two degrees of Jian Nanchun.
Although it was just a small sip each time, a small amount added up, and with three people, it didn't take long for the bottle of Jian Nanchun to reach the bottom.
"Hey, forget it, I'm still crazy if I don't accompany you."
Zhang Xiaochuan poured himself a glass and turned aside.
Everyone else at the table laughed out loud when they saw it.
Mr.
Zhang can't drink anymore.
"Ah Huan, don't drink too much."
Yang Wenfeng didn't expect that his son was quite good at drinking.
Zhuang Ziqing was also secretly pulling on Yang Huan's clothes and staring at him complainingly.
Her eyes seemed to say, "You, don't fight with my grandpa for drinks, you have to take care of your health."
Don't even look at it.
He drinks a glass of wine every night.
He drinks a lot.
Do you think you can compete with him?
Yang Huan laughed.
He doesn’t know if it’s because he traveled through time, or if it’s because he already had a lot of alcohol, but now he feels like he doesn’t feel good drinking.
When he drank the fifty-two-degree Jian Nanchun into his mouth, it had a taste, but he didn't feel anything at all.
"Old man, are you okay?"
Yang Huan challenged with a smile.
Mr.
Zhuang looked at him angrily, "Hey, you brat, I'm trying to save face for you, do you know?"
"He even came to your door and turned against you."
This old man was also involved in the revolution back then.
Drinking was commonplace, and his alcoholic temperament is still there.
It's just that now that I'm older, my drinking capacity has decreased a bit, but I still drink a lot.
"Come on, fill it up for me" The old man waved to the waiter, as if he was asking for a glass of wine.
Yang Huan chuckled and waved to the waiter, "This cup is too small.
Please change it to a larger cup.
If it doesn't work, a bowl will do."
When he said this, everyone at the table was dumbfounded.
Darling, it’s fifty-two degrees in Jian Nanchun.
Are you okay if you drink from a bowl?
Do you really think you are a six-pound brother?
"You kid is bluffing me.
You treat me like a three-year-old kid.
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You can bluff me."
The old man chuckled.
"Okay, change to a bigger cup."
The waiter quickly brought out two beer glasses and poured eight points for both of them.
"Come on, old man, let's go" "Do you want to do it or not?"
Mr.
Zhuang looked at Yang Huan provocatively and smiled happily.
This kid feels better and better, he feels right "Do it."
Without saying a word, Yang Huan picked up the wine glass and drank it in one gulp.
"Okay, massive" Mr.
Zhuang also smiled and praised, picked up the wine glass and drank directly.
Zhuang Mingyang couldn't stand it anymore, "Dad, okay, don't drink so hard."
"Yes, old man, it's too fierce, take it easy," Mrs.
Zhuang also advised.
Mr.
Zhuang chuckled, his face getting more and more rosy, "What's the matter?
Back then, my grandfather Yang Huan and I used to drink from sea bowls.
Unlike now, drinking from such a small cup is not satisfying."
As he said that, the old man looked at his son and Yang Wenfeng.
"Usually asking you two brothers to drink two drinks is like killing you, but today you dare to persuade me.
If you two drink one drink each, I won't drink."
Zhuang Mingyang and Yang Wenfeng don't drink much on weekdays, and their drinking capacity is only that much.
Jian Nanchun at fifty-two degrees I got drunk just smelling the aroma of wine "You, stop drinking.
There is no need to drink so much to make my grandpa happy," Zhuang Ziqing secretly blamed Yang Huan.
"Besides, you didn't see his face, he's almost drunk."
In fact, she understood that Yang Huan deliberately drank with his grandfather just to make him happy.
When it comes to drinking, the most important thing is to have a rival to enjoy it.
When Yang Huan heard this, he simply raised his hands and said, "Oh, old man, I can't do it, I can't do it."
"Why can't you do it?
I was so drunk that you just yelled that you can't do it?"
Mr.
Zhuang's red face and the tone of his voice made it obvious to everyone that he was ready.
That is, he was too happy, too excited, and forgot about everything.
"I really can't do it.
I'm sick.
I can't drink anymore.
If I drink more, I'll be like a six-pound brother."
Yang Huan waved his hands vigorously.
"Who is Brother Liujin?"
"Oh, Brother Liujin, he is a friend of mine.
He can kill Jian Nanchun who is six pounds and fifty-two degrees in one breath."
When Yang Huan said this, everyone present was dumbfounded.
Jian Nanchun weighs 6 pounds and 52 degrees Darling, this is no longer a huge amount.
Mr.
Zhuang looked at Yang Huan deeply, nodded and said: "You kid, you're good, you're better than the two of them."
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Yang Wenfeng and Zhuang Mingyang on the side were depressed.
This old man looks at people based on their drinking capacity.
Anyone who can drink is fine.
What's wrong with not being able to drink?
If you can't drink, you can't do anything.
What's the point Mr.
Zhuang stood up.
Not to mention, he was quite stable.
He could only drink six or seven points at most.
"Everyone" he raised the wine glass in his hand.
Everyone in the banquet hall suddenly fell silent and looked over.
As the saying goes, people feel refreshed when happy events occur.
The old man celebrates his 80th birthday today.
He looks rosy and cheerful.
"Everyone here today is a happy gathering of relatives and friends.
My old man is very grateful."
Everyone in the banquet hall looked at him and listened silently.
Although the old man has retired for many years, his prestige is still there.
None of the country's important leaders came today, but they all sent birthday gifts.
This in itself is enough to show Mr.
Zhuang's status and influence.
"While everyone is here today, my old man will take this opportunity to announce a happy event to everyone."
As soon as Mr.
Zhuang said these words, everyone in the banquet hall was full of expectations.
Zhuang Ziqing immediately realized what her grandfather was going to say, her face turned red with embarrassment, and she almost buried her head in her chest.
The expressions of Qin Changjiang and his son were even more interesting.
One showed envy, jealousy and hatred, while the other had eyes spitting fire.
With today's announcement, everything has become a foregone conclusion and no one can change it.
"Life is so fast, and in a blink of an eye, we have reached the age of octogenarians.
As a person gets older, it is inevitable that there will always be worries that cannot be let go.
I just thought about it today and gave up the biggest worry."
With that said, Mr.
Zhuang motioned for Yang Huan and Zhuang Ziqing to stand up.
As soon as the two people stood up, everyone present looked at them and admired them.
Everyone immediately understood what Mr.
Zhuang meant.
"His name is Yang Huan.
I believe everyone has heard of him.
I now solemnly announce that Yang Huan and our family Zi Qing will be engaged on a certain date."
After everyone present heard this, there was a burst of thunderous applause.
The Yang family in Longhai is getting closer to the banker in Beijing.
This is extraordinary and expensive.
Mr.
Zhuang's current announcement is equivalent to saying that the engagement should be kept low-key and not made public.
As a result, this group of veterans who had been in the officialdom for many years suddenly stood up with smiles.
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"Come on, let us old man go and have a drink while we worry about something."
"Okay, cheers" The old man was also in a good mood, so he raised his glass and drank.
After finishing the job, many people turned their targets to Yang Huan.
Everyone present knew the background of their Yang family.
Everyone is watching what Zhuang Mingyang's future will be.
Yang Huan was the only son of the Yang family.
By marrying Zhuang Ziqing, he inherited the glory and glory of both families.
In addition, the old man's intention was very obvious, and the engagement should be handled in a low-key manner.
Therefore, they immediately took this opportunity and stepped forward to congratulate Yang Huan one by one.
Pour one cup after another into your stomach.
Although Yang Huan didn't feel much after drinking, at the end of the drink, he still felt a little dizzy and his scalp was numb.
He couldn't even remember how much he drank.
"Yang Huan, congratulations" Qin Changjiang and Qin Yongming, father and son, deliberately ended up at the end.
Looking at you, you are a little unsteady on your feet, and you are almost drunk.
If you drink seriously and we are no match for you, I will pick a time when you are drunk enough to come out and deal with you.
"Thank you" Yang Huan raised a glass of Jian Nanchun.
"Hey, Yang Huan, why are you using such a small cup?
Isn't there a beer cup next to it?"
Qin Yongming quickly stopped him. with beer mug Many people around him were a little surprised, even contemptuous.
Damn it, people drink more liquor than you drink.
It’s too much to fight for wine at this time.
But who is Qin Changjiang?
Who dares to speak at this time?
"Why don't you dare?"
Qin Yongming asked with a provocative smile.
Although they are not officially engaged yet, Zhuang Ziqing already regards herself as Yang Huan's wife.
How can she let her husband be embarrassed in front of others?
"Yongming, how about I drink with you?"
As soon as Zhuang Ziqing said this, everyone immediately understood that she was defending her husband, and they applauded.
That was a glass of 52-degree Jian Nanchun.
How could she not be praised by such a delicate beauty?
Qin Yongming shook his head, "Ziqing, if you drink, then I will admit defeat."
That's what he said, but the eyes he looked at Yang Huan were full of contempt.
Damn it, you have to ask your future wife to show up after you drink.
Yang Huan is the most unpopular person.
Besides, he is still clear-headed.
"Ziqing, let me do it."
Yang Huan pulled Zhuang Ziqing back, looked at the Qin family and his son again, picked up two beer glasses in his hands, and asked the waiter to fill them with liquor.
"Uncle Qin, let's have a drink first."
Qin Changjiang asked himself that he was a bit drunk, so how could he be frightened by Yang Huan, so he immediately took it.
Yang Huan raised his head, grunted, and drank a glass of white wine.
"good" “Awesome” “Good drinker” “It’s just a huge amount.”
There was a burst of applause from all around Qin Changjiang was also a little surprised.
He didn't expect Yang Huan to drink so easily.
Does he look like a drunk person?
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"Two more drinks," Yang Huan waved to the waiter again.
Two beer glasses of white wine were poured out, one was delivered to Qin Yongming, and Yang Huan took one in his hand.
"Yongming, I'll do it first out of respect."
After saying that, he raised his head again, grunted, and poured a glass of white wine into his stomach.
Qin Yongming was a little dumbfounded.
It’s fifty-two degrees in Jian Nanchun, and this guy drinks it as boiled water "Uncle Qin, Yongming, please" Yang Huan made a gesture with a smile.
Qin Changjiang was a bit better, he had a bit of a drinker.
He gritted his teeth, stamped his feet, raised his head and drained the glass of white wine in his hand.
Qin Yongming put the liquor to his mouth, smelling the aroma of the wine, and became drunk.
Is this liquor?
This is poison, this is dichlorvos "Drink, don't make a fool of yourself."
Qin Changjiang drank a cup and got a little drunk.
When his father said this, Qin Yongming had to drink even if he died.
He raised his head and poured a glass of white wine into his mouth, which made him cough violently and swallowed it all.
"Water, water, give me a bottle of water," Qin Yongming shouted in panic.
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