Chapter 15

Suddenly, I felt as if my abdomen had been struck by a container truck traveling at high speed.

With a loud "pop," more than half of the bottle of Moutai that had been consumed was instantly sprayed out of my mouth.

At the same time, a foul substance with a strong, meaty odor was also spewed out.

To Ron Porter's complete surprise, he suddenly threw the entire table in front of him.

The intense foul odor made Gale Lanley look utterly repulsed and step back two steps abruptly.

Even his high school classmates, who had always looked up to him, covered their noses and stepped away from the source of that unpleasant odor.

Seeing this situation, Alan Yegel shook his head helplessly.

Brother, the real mark of a person lies in self-awareness. If you can't drink it yourself, why force me to bet? Look at this whole situation—it's utterly embarrassing!

“ you ！”

As Ron Potter listened to Alan Yager's sarcastic and mocking remarks, his face turned pale and then purple; he felt an intense urge to devour him whole with his fierce gaze.

Just as he opened his mouth, ready to continue saying something, he noticed Alan Yeger calling out to him and his group of old classmates, who immediately began moving out.

Ladies and gentlemen, even someone who drinks excessively would vomit after consuming this. How intense is this effect? You can't possibly stay in this private room any longer—it's utterly unreasonable. Please leave immediately.

Exactly, exactly. Hurry up and make sure to say hello to the hotel staff later. Sorry—we have a friend here who couldn't handle the alcohol well and ended up vomiting all over the table.

At this moment, Alan Yegel had completely transformed into a firefighter, working tirelessly to evacuate people and protect them from the toxic gas attack.

Ron Porter could clearly see the disdain on his classmates' faces, as well as their eager desire to escape the private room at all costs.

If I had to describe what's going through my mind, it would probably be nothing but pure confusion.

Whenever I eat or use Laozi products, everyone praises me endlessly. Now I just spit them out like they're a plague.

"Um?"

As Ron Porter was muttering to himself, he suddenly realized that there was another person in the Imperial Hall private room besides him.

Zhao Lili, you're in the perfect place—come quickly and wipe my clothes clean.

Ron Porter never imagined that at this very moment, someone could still act on his orders. It was truly a stroke of luck amidst all the misfortune.

For Zhao Lili, who was naturally passionate about beauty, she never imagined that the ever-dignified Ron Porter would actually drink alcohol and end up vomiting all over her.

It was precisely because of this lingering thought that I missed the perfect opportunity to escape from the private room.

It wasn't just about gritting one's teeth and pulling out a tissue to cover the nose while wiping the vomit off Ron Potter's clothes!

After exactly half an hour, this farce of a competition over Moutai liquor came to an end with Alan Yager's decisive victory.

Later, Ron Porter's alcohol kicked in; he spent the entire afternoon recovering before finally coming to his senses.

It's already time for dinner. All the old classmates are also preparing to leave and head home.

At that very moment, Ron Porter—the person who had organized the class reunion—stepped forward and said something else.

What time is it now? We're all young people – why are we going home so early?

I suggest we head to the bar district on the pedestrian street for some fun – I'll cover all tonight's expenses.

As Ron Porter put it, we're all young people—how could anyone possibly control those surging hormones?

When he mentioned inviting himself and others to a bar for some fun, everyone immediately started praising him endlessly.

Ron Porter is truly remarkable – absolutely incredible.

Indeed, he's a highly accomplished professional at the top level—we simply can't compare to him!

Ron Porter knew full well that his old classmates were nothing more than opportunists—people who could easily sway public opinion for petty gains.

However, hearing such praise still feels quite gratifying.

At that moment, I saw him walk toward Gael Lanley with an arrogant expression, giving her a sharp glance.

Then his attention immediately turned to Alan Yager.

"You local guy—have you ever been to the bar street on Seattle's pedestrian zone?"

Today, I'm going to show you something truly exciting. Head to that street—the most thrilling, vibrant, and wildly fun night bar out there.

"How about it? Do you dare to go?"

Having provoked Alan Yager, Ron Potter didn't wait for him to respond before immediately repeating himself to himself once more.

I know those kinds of places—you kind of a country bumpkin wouldn't dare go there at all!

No problem—I'll take you through the doors of a whole new world tonight.

Besides, I'm on good terms with the owner of that dark-themed bar—when the time comes, you'll see what it means to feel utterly ashamed!

At this very moment, Ron Porter was putting on a completely arrogant act in front of Alan Yager, giving him not a single chance to speak.

Once everything was packed, I took my classmates and each of them took a taxi to the Night Color Bar on Seattle's pedestrian street.

That feeling can be summed up in one sentence: after putting on a show, you just walk away—it's truly exhilarating.

Don't forget how Alan Yager completely exposed your credibility when you were drinking Moutai this morning.

Seeing Ron Porter disappear right before his eyes, Gale Lanley gave Alan Yeger a puzzled look.

"Do you know him?"

Gail Lanley had heard Ron Porter mention knowing the owner of Night Color Bar, which is why she asked Alan Yeger.

Alan Yager's response, however, was nothing more than a dismissive shrug.

You know full well that this was my first meeting with him today.

The person he mentioned as the responsible individual is most likely that same idiot William Evans!

Upon hearing Alan Yegel's words, Gale Lanley nodded in understanding.

Later, to avoid revealing his true identity, he even took a taxi with Alan Yager and headed to the Night Color Bar.

When Ron Porter and his group arrived at the bar, it was just beginning to get dark.

With ample funds, Ron Porter secured a private seat through the bar's PR team. He then accompanied Alan Yager and others to that seat in the upper left corner of the dance floor, guided by the PR representatives.

Since the news of Shengru Group's acquisition of a bar on Seattle's pedestrian street had not yet emerged in recent days, and only He Yunlai was involved in the deal at the time—while he was still unknown to most—the bar's public relations team did not recognize him immediately.

Finally, once everyone was seated, several old classmates began praising the Night View Bar and its beautifully lit dance floor.

Ron Porter, this is truly a great place.

Exactly. If it weren't for your help, we might never have made this trip in several years.

The Night Bar is the most affordable bar on Seattle's pedestrian street. Even its simple seats cost around $5,000 to $6,000.

For the average working-class individual, this is simply beyond their means.

And although there's still no actual heat scene yet, the onlookers have already sensed a subtle, unique allure from the bar's suggestive lighting atmosphere.

To the praise of his old classmates, Ron Potter simply shook his head modestly.

Alas, we're all family brothers—why be so formal? I know the owner of Night Color Bar well; tonight let's just have a good time and do whatever we want!

“ good ！”

It must be said that Ron Porter truly excels at creating an inspiring atmosphere—a quality that has earned him unanimous praise from all his former high school classmates.