Chapter 14

But don't worry—I'll be kind today and treat you to a drink! You just have to drink one bottle, and I'll give you a thousand!

As soon as Ron Porter finished speaking, all the old classmates around him let out exclamations of amazement.

Ron Porter is truly exceptional – if you drink all eight bottles, you'll make a profit of eight thousand.

At that moment, everyone marveled at Ron波特's remarkable presence; Zhao Lili, in particular, gazed at her idealized male idol with eyes filled with affection.

It's a pity that the only person he liked was Gael Lanley; otherwise, he could've simply taken Ron Potter along to book a room right away.

At that moment, Alan Yegel merely shrugged indifferently.

"It's just money, after all—I have it too!"

As he spoke, Alan Yegel appeared on stage, took a bottle of Moutai, bent his thumb, and with a loud "bang," snapped the cap off before securely placing a one-yuan coin into the bottle's mouth.

Following the same procedure, Alan Yegel opened a total of eight bottles of Moutai.

After placing the eight coins at the bottle's mouth, he raised an eyebrow at Ron Potter.

Come on, have a drink—just one bottle, and I'll give you a dollar as a reward!

Alan Yager's original intention was that Ron Porter would simply drink a bottle of Moutai, after which he would shoot the coin into his mouth.

How could someone who holds such a position as an executive at Klein's family-owned company actually engage in such arrogant, domineering, and superficial behavior?

He finally understood how the Klein family group had fallen to its current state. Perhaps executives like Ron Porter played a significant role in this decline.

However, Ron Porter and others would never understand Alan Yager's true intentions.

I stood there watching the eight coins Alan Yager had placed at the Maotai liquor store's entrance, and suddenly burst out laughing—like I'd witnessed the funniest moment of my life.

You won't give me even eight yuan until you've finished drinking this whole thing, you cheap wretch! Do you really think you're going to the market to buy groceries?

In Ron Porter's view, being destitute remains fundamentally destitute; even attempting to show off only invites humiliation.

Then, he pointed again at the Moutai bottle on the table.

If you're a man, just make me drink all this wine.

You drink one bottle; I'll drink three with you.

Who else lost? From now on, stay far away from Gale Lanley!

As Ron Porter tried to challenge him in a drinking contest, Alan Yegel raised an eyebrow.

I'll have one bottle; you'll have three. Are you sure?

As soon as Alan Yegel finished speaking, Ron Potter nodded confidently.

A mischievous smile played on the corners of his mouth, and without a word, he immediately took the Maotai bottle from the table and started drinking it.

As Ron Potter heard the rhythmic "gurgle-gurgle" sounds emanating from Alan Yager's throat, his gaze seemed as if he were staring at a fool.

How can there be such a fool as to actually compare themselves with others by praising Moutai?

I'll give you one bottle to drink; I'll have three bottles.

With Moutai's high alcohol content, don't even think about drinking a whole bottle—just half of it would make you collapse on the ground immediately.

Ideals may be grand, but reality is harsh. As the bottom line for Alan Yager's Moutai business keeps shrinking, Ron Porter's concerns only grow more acute.

Is this even a human being? I've already drunk nearly half the bottle of Moutai—why isn't it collapsing yet?

The very next moment, we heard Alan Yeger slam the empty Moutai bottle onto the table with a loud "pop."

"I've finished mine; it's your turn now! Three bottles, please!"

From Alan Yager's tone of voice, it was clear he was completely calm—neither his face flushed nor his heart racing—and not a trace of nervousness could be detected on his tongue.

To Ron Porter, at this moment, only the word "shit" could truly capture his deepest feelings.

What's even more frustrating is that I'll have to drink three bottles next.

Those are three bottles of Moutai wine. If you keep boasting like this, won't you end up requiring a gastrointestinal procedure and being hospitalized?

At the thought of this possibility, Ron Porter swallowed hard with a gurgling sound.

A poor man is just a poor man—he would risk his life for such fine wine. This time, I'm the one who lost!

At that moment, Ron Porter spat out a harsh remark, yet throughout the entire statement he never mentioned his intention to drink alcohol.

It's obvious he's trying to pull a trick!

Alan Yegel watched Ron Potter with a faint smile, clearly perceiving his intentions. But before he could say anything, Gale Lanley's sharp words rang out abruptly.

Ron Porter, you yourself just said that my boyfriend would only drink three bottles after one.

They've already finished the whole bottle – and you're still trying to make excuses.

I tell you! If it's a man, he'll drink these three bottles of wine. Otherwise, just as you swore before—get out of here far away!

During her middle school years, Gail Lanley's family wasn't as wealthy as they are today. Yet her fiery, fiery temper seemed to be innate.

As they listened to the words spoken by their former high school classmate—a young girl with a delicate appearance—the entire group of old classmates struggled to swallow their saliva. When they looked at Ron Potter again, they found him actually helping Miss Ray persuade her gently.

Ron Porter, how about we have a small drink as a gesture of goodwill?

Exactly. Just now, you said someone drank one bottle while you drank three. If that's considered being unreasonable, wouldn't that be quite inappropriate of adults?

That's not good for your mother—if you're up to it, go ahead and drink it. This is actually baijiu, not plain water; just have it as you please.

Hearing the gossiping onlookers around him, Ron Porter could hardly contain his anger and cursed under his breath.

However, the sole objective of today's class reunion is to secure a deal with Gale Lanley; if you back out now, all your efforts will be in vain.

My God, I'm going all out!

As the saying goes, you can't catch a wolf without letting go of your child, nor can you keep a lecherous man away from his wife.

Without hesitation, Ron Porter picked up the last bottle of Moutai left on the table and began blowing on it, tilting his head back.

He's certainly drunk Maotai before, but this is the first time Ron Porter has tried it in today's way.

That burning sensation spread from the back of my throat all the way to the depths of my heart.

Ron Porter has already begun to regret betting with his mediocre boyfriend, Gale Lanley.

Over time, the sound of saliva gurgling from Ron Potter's mouth could be heard.

I could see that I was almost finished with most of the bottle, yet no one had stopped me.

The peripheral vision of the eye swept across Gael Lanley's stunningly beautiful face, and it even watched his performance with genuine interest.

To Ron Porter at that moment, Gail Lanley was nothing but a despicable woman—just helping her boyfriend enjoy the spectacle of his old classmates.

I really deserve to never be the wife of a wealthy family in this life.

The Maotai liquor in Ron Porter's bottle was nearly depleted, and all one could see was the color of the liquor on his face growing increasingly intense.

But Alan Yager shook his head helplessly.

He thought Ron Porter's challenge to have a drinking contest was something truly impressive, but it turned out to be nothing more than a flashy yet useless silver wax-tipped spearhead.

Given his physical condition, let alone consuming three bottles of liquor. Even finishing just one bottle of Moutai would likely cause a gastrointestinal perforation requiring hospitalization.

Although Alan Yager felt saddened by the presence of such a senior executive at his wife Belice Klein's company.

He enjoys showing off and looking down on others, but in any case, his crimes don't warrant the death penalty.

At that moment, Alan Yager picked up a coin from another bottle of Moutai liquor using its flat mouth and flicked it with his thumb.

Then the silver coin shot straight toward Ron Porter's stomach like a cannonball.

Just as Ron Porter was about to blow out the last straw from a bottle of Moutai, his face showed evident distress.