"Wang Chen, don't mind Zhiyong. That's just his temper—he's actually a good guy."
Xie Haichao took a bottle of champagne, poured Wang Chen a glass, and said with a smile, "Tonight, the main thing is for everyone to have fun!"
Wang Chen nodded, picked up his glass, and took a sip.
He frowned. "It's a little sour. Doesn't taste good."
Xie Haichao, holding the 8,888-yuan Ace of Spades in his hand, froze for a moment before laughing. "Then let's change the bottle."
Gu Zhiyong muttered beside them in the Huhai dialect, "Country bumpkin!"
Xie Haichao pretended not to hear him. He took a bottle of Perrier-Jouët and poured Wang Chen another glass.
"Thanks."
Wang Chen tasted it. "Mm, this one's alright."
Xie Haichao felt stifled, yet he had no idea what he could say.
He suddenly realized that he had somehow become Wang Chen's little drink server, as if he were diligently waiting on his big brother!
Without betraying anything, Xie Haichao set down the bottle and smiled. "If you like it, have some more."
He did not even need to give them a look or any more direct hint. His gang of fair-weather friends understood instantly and all took the initiative to toast Wang Chen.
"Classmate Wang Chen, it's our first time meeting. Let's have a drink and be friends!"
There were quite a few people who wanted to "be friends," including several pretty girls.
But Wang Chen refused no one. Once he drained one glass, another came right after it. He drank an entire expensive bottle of Perrier-Jouët dry.
Although this champagne was fairly low-proof, only around 12%, after finishing the whole bottle, Wang Chen's complexion and expression did not change in the slightest. It was practically like drinking water.
Xie Haichao's friends were a little unconvinced. Relying