Chapter 1009
Noon.
At the birthday banquet.
After Dong Xuebin downed another seven full cups of baijiu in one go with overwhelming momentum, the restaurant hall erupted. Many people were dumbfounded. "That's seven or eight jin of liquor!"
"Who drinks water like that, let alone liquor?"
"Who is this guy? Who the hell drinks like that?"
"That tolerance is insane! Not even professional drinking companions can do that!"
"Yeah, he drank seven or eight jin without even going to the bathroom, and he still looks perfectly fine. Could this kid drink ten jin?"
"Damn, is that even drinking?"
"Forget drinking it—I'm getting drunk just watching!"
"Good lord, there are people who can drink like this? I've really seen something new today!"
Quite a few people exploded into discussion, gathering together and talking animatedly. Most of those present were soldiers and officers. Though they were usually forbidden from drinking, when they did drink, every one of them had an impressive tolerance. They never held back at the table. Even if they knew the next cup would knock them out, they would still dare to drink it. But watching Dong Xuebin empty bottle after bottle, watching his stomach seemingly turn into a bottomless pit, many soldiers began to hesitate. They felt that if they ever ran into Dong Xuebin at a drinking table, forget competing with him—they probably would not even have the courage to challenge him. Everything had its limits, the limits of a normal person. Everyone was human. Drink too much and you threw up. Who was afraid of whom? With that mindset, you had the guts to drink, and you could compete no matter how much was poured. But Dong Xuebin had given many people the impression that his alcohol tolerance was no longer within the realm of humanity.