Chapter 468: Is Your Brother Great?

The hooligans left in a hurry, and the waiters didn't have time to tidy up the room.

On the left of the coffee table, there was a pile of beer cans, while there were dozens of unopened bottles on the right.

Wang Yan had a smile on his face. He casually picked up a bottle, put the bottle cap in his palm, and twisted open it. With a light pop, the Heineken started bubbling.

He leisurely took a sip. It tasted fine, better than iced Cola.

Song Wei brought Third Fatty into the room and saw this scene. His eyes twitched.

Behind him were two underlings. One was the sales manager of the coking plant who wore gold-rimmed glasses, and the other was the hothead who asked "what are you doing" just now.

This guy had a reputation of being proficient in literary and martial arts

The moment Song Wei had just entered, pulled a small fabric stool over, and sat down right across the group of students, there was a commotion outside the door.

"F*ck you, Song Wei, quickly release our young master Gu!"

"Shut up, who the f*ck do you think you are?"

"Do you believe that I will f*cking slap you?"

"Look at your squinting face. I'll pee on you!"

In an instant, the two groups of people started to swear at each other. Swear words flew everywhere, and each was louder than the other.

Gu Jiashu was excited instantly. He rolled up his left sleeve and wanted to fight back.

However, as soon as he stood up, that hothead picked up a bottle and pointed at him with his eyes wide open.

"Sit down!"

Gu Jiashu also picked up a bottle and glared at the hothead.

In less than two seconds, that hothead started to move. The muscles all over his body tensed up, and his cheeks gradually twisted. He looked like he was about to lose control.

F*ck, why was there such a hothead beside Song Wei?!

Hmph!

You could just tell me to sit down. Why were you shouting so loudly...

Gu Jiashu put down his sleeves and sat back, feeling wronged.

Only then did Song Wei open his mouth in a casual calm and relaxed manner. "If your father doesn't turn up, you won't be able to leave."

F*ck you!

You called my father over because of such a small matter and caused him to lose face as well. Wouldn't he kill me when I go home?

Gu Jiashu was both angry and helpless. He could only turn his gaze to He Meng.

Big Sister, I really couldn't take it anymore. Please go ahead!

Miss. He wasn't in good mood. Without a word of nonsense, she directly launched an attack.

"I don't know who you are, but you should know who my father is -- Xiangshan He Hongyuan. Just now, your little brother dragged my cousin to drink with him, and now you're blocking me here. Hehe, what an imposing manner!"

In just a moment, Song Wei's face turned charred green.

Xiangshan referred to Xiangshanyuan Villas, the most upscale villa area in Gu Jiao, which was developed by He Hongyuan.

Gu Jiao's largest shopping mall, the century's best product, was developed by He Hongyuan.

Gu Jiao's municipal government building, the new district office of the Public Security Bureau, and the family building were all developed by He Hongyuan.

Moreover, He Hongyuan's strength was far beyond the real estate field. At the same time, his wife, Cen Ting, was also the president of the Construction Bank.

Fortunately, my loan was from the freaking Universe Bank...

In an instant, a silly thought flashed through Song Wei's mind.

He gritted his teeth and glared at Third Fatty.

Third Fatty had totally sobered up now. Not only had he sobered up, but he had also almost passed out directly.

Gu Jiashu looked at Third Fatty and his mind was distorted as he let out a malicious sneer: "Little Fellow, if you have the ability, don't let your legs tremble!"

At the crucial moment, it was still up to the old ginger who was wiser.

Song Wei's mind spun quickly, and his face immediately turned cold as he looked at the damned fatty with a sinister expression.

"Go, kneel in front of Miss. He. Only when Miss. He is satisfied will you be able to get up. If not... then be prepared to amputate your leg."

Stupefied!

He Meng was stupefied instantly.

What was even more ridiculous was that Third Fatty did not say a word in defense. He directly slipped in front of He Xiaolu and knelt down with a thud.

The little fairy opened her eyes in a daze. She did not see anything clearly. She stretched out her hand and called "Brother Wang Yan" and then she fell asleep again.

Brother Wang Yan!

With a swish, many people turned their heads over.

The corner of the young master's mouth twitched. It was not easy for him to control himself from throwing the bottle at Third Fatty.

You were addicted to cheating, weren't you?

Third Fatty : "???"

He Meng gritted her teeth and glared at Wang Yan for a second. Soon, she started to worry again -- what should she do now?!

As the saying went, "A gentleman can deceive his way." He Meng was not a gentleman, but a woman with little social experience.

From her attitude toward Wang Yan and her illegitimate sister, it could be seen that there was a soft spot in her heart.

Song Wei was spot on and then added an official "apology".

"Miss He, what happened today was Third Fatty's fault. You can do anything to him as you please.

Furthermore, I personally want to apologize to you and your sister -- it was my fault for not educating my younger brother well and causing your sister to be frightened. I'm sorry!

"Chief He and I don't have any relationship in business nor do we have any grudges. Originally, we should have stayed out of each other's way. It's precisely because of this that we have a sense of mutual appreciation.

I am not targeting you for today's matter. You can leave anytime you want.

However, though I can explain to you about your sister's matter, I'm a law-abiding businessman in my thirties and forties who relies on my reputation, shouldn't I seek justice for being pointed at and cursed?

In addition, if anyone has beaten up my brother, come over and drink a glass of wine and say, 'Brother Long, I was impulsive, and I won't do it again', and this matter will be settled.

My request isn't too much, right?"

Uh..

It didn't seem too much!

He Meng was speechless and didn't know how to respond.

Song Wei's words were shrewd, thoughtful, soft and hard. Not to mention He Meng couldn't handle it, even Wang Yan felt that it was amazing.

No wonder he could stand tall in Gu Jiao for so long. An ordinary rich second generation was really not enough for this kind of old fox to play with.

However, if you wanted me to drink to apologize? Were you overthinking it?

Originally, the young master had wanted to watch the show and now he discovered He Meng's naivety. It was really interesting to see her shed the aura of a goddess who was omnipotent in high school.

However, now that Song Wei had actually implicated him, he could only let him be the fool...

Carrying half a bottle of small beer, the young master stood up and leisurely walked to the opposite side of Song Wei, sitting by the coffee table across from him.

Song Wei immediately tensed up. He finally experienced the "evil" that Third Fatty had mentioned.

Everyone had their own aura. It was a kind of external perception that was compatible with their own experiences, qualities, abilities, and personalities.

It could not be described, but it could be observed and sensed.

Moving Qi to nourish the body. Jack Ma had a high position and power. It was very normal for him to have a strong aura that was as strong as a tiger.

Lady He had a prominent family background, but she had not been through any social experience. Therefore, she was young and inexperienced, which was normal.

However, the young man in front of him was obviously the same age as Miss He and Young Master Gu, but he was so calm. Not only was there no fear in his eyes, but there was also a sense of superiority and aggressiveness.

Why?

In any case, it could not be that he did not know the immensity of heaven and earth -- there was a negative example on the other side, and he was angry and frustrated. This was the behavior of a normal second generation young man.

Song Wei felt that he couldn't understand the youth in front of him even more.

"Little brother, how should I address you?"

Out of caution, I, Brother Long, chose to take the initiative to speak, and he had prepared at least three methods --

The worst method was to fight, the middle method was to flatter, and the best method was to slip away.

Coincidentally, Fu Guige had also prepared a method for Song Wei. There was only one method -- cheat!

Bang!

The young master picked up a bottle of beer and gently twisted open the cap in his palm. He slammed it on the coffee table and pushed it to Song Wei.

He raised his eyebrows with a smile that was not a smile. "You want to know? Brag about it!"

F*ck!

It was not just the students, the hothead, the Spectacle Master, and the kneeling Third Fatty were all dumbfounded.

Brother, are you not crazy?!

He Meng subconsciously grabbed her phone and wanted to call her father.

Although her mother would take the opportunity to tighten her control on Xiaolu in the future, and that there would also be a chaotic argument, it was still better than seeing Wang Yan get beaten into a pig's head, right?

At the thought of Wang Yan's bruised and swollen face, He meng even felt a strong sense of guilt.

It was all Xiaolu's fault. Why did she learn to drink?!

Gu Jiashu's mouth was wide open. He was initially stunned, but the corners of his mouth suddenly split open, revealing his little tongue.

My good brother, not to worry about being beaten up!

I, Bighead, would take revenge for you!

We're brothers in difficult time. I was embarrassed and frustrated, and you're acting alone. How would that affect our friendship?

After you're beaten into a fool, the two of us could continue to play happily together!

Yu Qiuli...

Yu Qiuli was a cripple. At the critical moment, her mind went blank. All she could think about was, "If he's hospitalized tonight, do I have to accompany him to bed?".

"If I don't accompany him, what if He Meng takes the initiative?"

"No, I can't give her a chance!"

She had no thoughts about the situation. She had no confidence in Wang Yan at all. Her mind was filled with that sick night ward.

...

Everyone was shocked. However, no one was more shocked than Song Wei.

Little brother, what did you say?!

Song Wei's first reaction was that it was funny. Only after that did some anger slowly surge up.

However, for some reason, Song Wei felt a great pressure when he looked at the young man. He gradually shrank back.

Such a pair of eyes that had no emotions...

No! We can't fight head-on!

The great leader taught us: We shouldn't fight unprepared battles!

I had to to show my weakness to the enemy, find out the truth, know myself and the enemy, and then decide whether to fight or run. I couldn't be like Third Fatty...

The process of convincing himself was so easy, so Song Wei laughed heartily and was very straightforward.

"Interesting! Brother, I admire young people like you the most!"

He picked up the bottle, shook it slightly, and sucked it with his head. It was so straightforward and handsome.

Dun dun dun dun dun...

In less than five seconds, the bottle of Heineken was emptied.

Then, Song Wei boldly put the bottle on the table and pushed the table with both hands in a domineering manner. "How is it? Can we talk now?"

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The young master smiled slightly and said gently, "My surname is Wang..."

"..."

That's it?!

Song Wei waited for two seconds, but there was no reply. He was so angry that his teeth were itching. Just as he was considering whether or not he should pretend to be angry, another bottle of wine appeared in front of him.

"Again."

F*ck!

Ugh, I'm a little f*cking thirsty...

I had taken the first bottle, so it didn't matter if I drank another one, right?

I, Brother Long, was an ambitious person. I could bend and stretch my abilities, but I was only doing this to find out the other party's background. As long as I could gain something... It wouldn't be a loss!

This kind of thing which I convinced myself would happen once or twice, until I couldn't quit anymore...

Dun dun dun dun dun...

Song Wei finished another bottle of wine and immediately raised his head to stare at Wang Yan.

"Brother Long is generous!" The young master gave him a thumbs up and praised him in a light and fake manner. Then, he smiled faintly.

"Wang Yan."

"Pfft... Burp!"

Song Wei even let out a burp when he spoke. He was on the verge of a mental breakdown.

F*ck!

You cheated me two bottles of wine with just one name!

When he saw that Wang Yan was about to reach out again, he hurriedly took the initiative to take a bottle. He opened it with a bang and slapped it in front of Wang Yan.

"One question for one bottle of wine. Little brother, it's your turn!"

How could he make this up this way?

F*ck!

The young master was very impressed and nodded in agreement. "Okay."

Just as Brother Long's face was showing joy, the young master added another sentence with an extremely sincere expression.

"But, I'm not curious about you at all... you can continue."

Veins popped out on Song Wei's forehead, but he silently picked up the bottle of wine.

Yes, his movements were becoming more and more natural and smooth...

I, Brother Long, didn't think there's anything wrong. But the rest of the people, one by one, were all f*cking crazy.

Big Brother, why on earth were you drinking this wine?!

Everyone looked at Wang Yan with an extremely strange expression. Confusion, dread, fear, worship...

They thought hard about it, but no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't figure it out.

And the only one who knew the truth, Wang Yan, was relaxed and sitting there, casually fiddling with a broken phone, looking extremely confident.

The unknown made the young master seem even more mysterious.

In fact, it was the effect of a new skill. To put it bluntly, it was not worth mentioning at all. However, it had made the act tough king Wang act so successfully.

[ You have indulged in singing in your drunkenness. You have received the applause of the entire hall. Therefore, you have activated a secret reward. ]

[ God of Wine, Drunk Old Brother ]

[ Permanent skill ]

[ Three to five bottles. Force two hands. Old Brother beckons to you. ]

[ Climb five mountains, step on the four seas. If I don't leave, who dares to leave. ]

[ Cross the front of the car, accelerate, I'll fix the car. ]

[ Don't show off, don't talk nonsense, I'll beat you to death. ]

[ Crematorium, splash ashes, we'll be good friends in the next life. ]

[ An immediately ask: Do you want to show off? ]

[ Explanation: As a cheating brother, everyone must give you face. ]

[ You can force a toast to anyone, and the person must drink it according to your wishes ]

[ if he is a man, every time he drinks, there will be an increase in respect ]

[ if he is a woman, every time she drinks, there will be an increase in obedience ]

[ Note 1: To prevent the other party from jumping over the wall in desperation, your combat strength will increase with the increase in your drunkenness. ]

[ Note 2: At most, you can only make the other party get drunk. Once the alcohol intake reaches the warning level of the other party's tolerance, the next attempt to persuade the other party to drink will be ineffective. ]

[ Special reminder! ]

[ As you have already collected three Wine God's skill, activate the set effect. ]

[ Set effect 1: Alcohol tolerance increased by 50%. ]

There was such a description on the panel. At first glance, it did not seem to be of much use in the current situation.

However, when the act tough king appeared, no matter who it was, Brother Long or Brother Hu would have to follow Brother Cheating's instruction!

Dun dun dun dun dun...

After drinking three bottles in a row, Song Wei's body was fine, but his eyes were a little red.

Although it was very easy for convince himself, and the reason was especially easy to find, his feelings were still a little inexplicable!

Aggrieved!

"Brother Wang, how should I address your father?"

The young master thought for a moment and casually replied with two words, "His surname is Wang."

Pfft!

What the f*ck...

Song Wei was so angry that he was about to slap the table and stand up on the spot.

However, just as he raised his hand and was about to slap down, a cold gaze shot over with a swoosh and nailed onto his palm.

In an instant, a wave of fear suddenly rose in Song Wei's heart.

It was difficult to describe the exact feeling. It was like a garbage truck whizzing over. His mind was blank and only his body's instinct remained.

His body's instinct was screaming crazily -- he would definitely die if he was hit!

Now, Song Wei felt that as long as he dared to slap down, his claws might be chopped off on the spot!

Subconsciously, his body froze, and his movements froze.

In fact, Wang Yan's heart was like this...

But his expression was like this...

I was also very surprised that the effect was so good...

In fact, Brother really just casually glanced sideways, there's no need to be panic!

Song Wei, however, said, "I'm panicking, what does it have to do with you?"

In fact, Brother Long was crippled by Third Fatty.

The moment he started, he solemnly reminded him. With Gu Xuan's son as a comparison, Wang Yan's taste in clothes was higher than Gu Jiashu's. His temperament was better than Gu Jiashu's. He was calm and confident. What rank did his family have?

At least, he was much stronger than Gu Xuan, right?

Moreover, he had a close relationship with He Hongyuan's daughter. The possibility of him being an RBQ was very high, right?

Song Wei had been especially wary of Wang Yan from the very beginning. Instead, he had taken on too much unnecessary pressure.

By the time the young master had cheated, the respect he had accumulated after drinking three times had gone out of control.

Now, he raised his hand in mid-air, his buttocks slightly leaving the seat, but he did not dare to slap it down...

Wu wu!

Who was going to help him get off the stage?

At the critical moment, no one could be relied on, only a hothead rushed up.

Song Wei was filled with respect, but the hothead did not drink Wang Yan's wine.

Seeing that his big brother was about to flip the table, he immediately raised his palm.

"Young man, you're courting death!"

"Ah!!!"

The students cried out in alarm. The screams of the boys and girls were mixed together, and the scene immediately became chaotic.

The hotheaded young man more or less knew how powerful he was, and did not dare to touch the wine bottle. He just slapped Wang Yan's face, thinking that he would be able to deal with the little boy in front of him in an instant.

However, the young master usually didn't waste any time in a one-on-one fight, let alone now, when he was thirty percent drunk?

After the 30% increase in combat strength, his strength was comparable to old man Zhan's. He only stretched out his hand slightly and grabbed the hothead's wrist like he was grabbing a doll.

After that, it was simple.

He twisted it in the opposite direction, pulled it down, and then continued to push in the direction of the opposite joint...

In the next second, the hothead threw his head back and smashed onto the coffee table. His right arm was tucked into his left shoulder, and his elbow was pressed against his neck. It was so painful that he almost cried.

With his current posture, the fighting dog had a hundred ways to kill the opponent.

However, first of all, there was no need.

Secondly, this was a society ruled by law. In public, not to mention killing him, it would be a big problem to even cause a cripple.

However, if he did not use a heavy blow, he was afraid that he would not be able to subdue the other party... it was a dilemma!

It's really that he could not subdue the other party!

The hotheaded youth was in a daze. He opened his mouth and was about to curse.

"F*ck..."

At the crucial moment, Wang Yan did not even think about it. He suddenly raised his foot and stepped on the coffee table. At the same time, he stepped on the hotheaded youth's palm and pulled out a wine bottle. The mouth of the bottle was facing down, and he stabbed the other party's mouth like lightning.

He was neither too fast nor too slow. He bared his teeth and smiled.

"Drink up and get up again."

The hothead was struggling, but when Wang Yan's casual "persuasion" entered his ears, he immediately tried his best to gulp down the wine.

If I didn't drink, I would choke to death...

Yes, I was afraid of choking!

The hothead easily convinced himself. The young master was very satisfied with this, so he encouraged him again.

"Be steady, don't rush. If even a drop leaks out, you have to lick it clean before you can leave."

The hothead was in a daze and didn't hear clearly at all.

Song Wei, on the other hand, suddenly shivered. He sneaked a glance at Wang Yan, his expression stiff and the corners of his mouth twitching.

F*ck!

Whose child was this? !

At this moment, the room was completely silent.

The door had already been pushed open by two groups of people. The people that Gu Jiashu had called over and Song Wei's underlings were pushing and shoving each other. It looked like they were about to start a fire.

When they suddenly saw the mysterious scene in the room, they were all dumbfounded.

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