The God of Wine

Peng Dahai's heart skipped a beat. He had a high tolerance for alcohol. Even after downing a bottle and a half of Maotai, he was still quite clear-headed, albeit a bit tipsy. Had he run into a wine immortal? But backing down at the drinking table was against his nature. It was his personality; he wouldn't say no, even if it killed him.

"Haha, come, come, pour the wine, pour the wine!"

Peng Dahai felt a bit bewildered, but with the alcohol kicking in, he couldn't be a coward or retreat. He had to push forward, not back, or he'd lose face.

Zhang Hao drank six cups of wine. He was actually quite nervous. He'd never drunk so much in one go before. But to his surprise, those six cups were easier to swallow than six cups of water. After drinking them, he felt refreshed and fantastic. So, he immediately took charge and ordered a case of baijiu to be brought over.

Wu Renbao's eyes nearly bulged out. He had no idea his boss could drink so much! His own limit was about eight taels of alcohol. One jin was his absolute maximum; any more and he'd be in trouble.

Someone said, "Manager Peng, Manager Zhang, let's eat something first. You haven't eaten anything, and you've downed three bottles of wine. We're under too much pressure, haha!"

Everyone laughed. Peng Dahai knew they were giving him face and said with a smile, "Alright, alright, Manager Zhang is also a tough guy. Shall we eat something before continuing?"

Zhang Hao nodded, "Okay, let's eat first. Manager Peng, please sit."

Peng Dahai said to the person next to Zhang Hao, "Old Qin, let's switch seats."

Old Qin chuckled, "Okay, okay, I'll move, I'll move!" He was currently sitting to Zhang Hao's left and felt immense pressure. He couldn't handle Zhang Hao's drinking style, even if he were beaten to death.

Wu Renbao was on Zhang Hao's right. He whispered, "Manager Zhang, eat some dishes."

After six cups of wine, Peng Dahai no longer dared to underestimate Zhang Hao. He also said, "Come, eat, eat..." His impression of Zhang Hao improved greatly. At the very least, he acknowledged Zhang Hao's drinking capacity. He actually just couldn't stand Zhang Hao's aloof demeanor, but after drinking, he understood that people like Zhang Hao were what they called outwardly cold but inwardly warm.

That's how it is at the drinking table. You might find someone very displeasing at first glance, but after drinking, you can become friends. Of course, some people who seemed to have a good relationship might end up disliking each other after drinking.

Soon, the table became lively. As the main table, many people came to toast them.

Especially Zhang Hao and Wu Renbao, as the hosts of this seminar, were not spared. They were toasted round after round. Fortunately, Wu Renbao used small wine cups, so it wasn't a big problem. But Zhang Hao was terrifying.

Zhang Hao's principle was: if you use a small cup, I'll use a small cup. If you use a big cup, I'll match your big cup.

According to Mifeng, the first replenishment required ten jin of wine.

Someone with a keen eye helped Zhang Hao calculate how much he could drink. As they calculated, they became dizzy.

Six bottles of Maotai!

"At least six bottles of Maotai," the person couldn't help but exclaim.

Peng Dahai began to hide his strength. In these rounds, he drank at most half a jin, totaling two jin of wine, far less than what Zhang Hao drank. He was waiting for the opportunity for a final blow.

Zhang Hao's eyes grew brighter as he drank. In reality, he was reading the text appearing on his retina. He was now certain he had only drunk five jin and seven taels of wine, with four jin and three taels remaining. He stood up, picked up his wine glass, toasted table by table, and returned to his seat. His retina showed he still needed one and a half jin of wine – the amount he had deliberately left.

"Manager Peng, according to the rules of Sixian, shall I finish it? Three, two, one, how about it?"

Zhang Hao stood up with his wine glass.

Peng Dahai's heart began to tremble. This guy could really drink; there was no end in sight. What kind of person was this? But at this point, he had no choice. He had to stand up with his wine glass. Even if he passed out now, he had to drink!

It was another three cups for everyone, then two cups for everyone. Zhang Hao drank them down heartily, but Peng Dahai was truly at his limit. The previous three cups had already made him feel nauseous, and then came the two cups. He only managed to drink one before turning his head and vomiting. Once he started, he vomited uncontrollably.

Moments later, he slumped onto his chair. Zhang Hao smiled slightly and said, "I'm sorry, Manager Peng is a bit drunk. I'll finish the remaining few cups." He drank a bit more, topping up the remaining amount, and then said, "Alright, I can't drink anymore either."

Everyone stared at Zhang Hao, dumbfounded. This guy was simply a bottomless pit. He'd have bragging rights for a lifetime. This fellow was practically a god of wine.

Peng Dahai had his own company staff to take care of him, so Zhang Hao didn't need to worry about him.

Wu Renbao was utterly impressed. He could drink so much! He whispered, "Manager Zhang, are you okay?"

Zhang Hao stood up and said with a grin, "Do I look like I have a problem? Let's go home!"

He felt refreshed and comfortable. The wine Zhang Hao drank didn't even exceed the standard ten jin by a single tael. He knew that any amount exceeding ten jin would be absorbed by his body. He was well aware of his own pathetic alcohol tolerance; forget ten jin, two taels would make him dizzy, and any more would be asking for trouble.

Cheng Yuan drove Zhang Hao back to Yuanshan Villa.

Back at the villa, Zhang Hao asked, "Great God, has the energy for the nanomachines been fully replenished?"

Nonsense! Of course, it's replenished!

From now on, when you drink, first drink according to your own limit. When you start to feel a little tipsy, then replenish the nanomachines' energy. Otherwise, with your drinking style, who would dare to drink with you?

Zhang Hao said helplessly, "My limit? I have no alcohol tolerance at all. Two taels and I'm drunk!"

It's good that you get drunk! That way, you can make more friends!

Zhang Hao gave a wry smile, "What do I need so many drinking buddies for?"

It's not that you need them, it's that I need them!

Huh? Zhang Hao was stunned, then he realized and immediately checked the small nanomachines on his wrist. Indeed, some of the energy had decreased.

I need manpower to do the work!

Zhang Hao finally understood. Mifeng wanted to control a group of people. He said, "Alright, you're the Great God, you're the boss. Whatever you say goes!"

Before five in the morning the next day, Zhang Hao was woken up by Mifeng.

"Get up and exercise! Jog for thirty minutes, then go to the underground base!"

Zhang Hao didn't know that Mifeng was adjusting his body. The human body was weak, and Mifeng had to make Zhang Hao's body stronger.

Thirty minutes, including jogging and sprinting. Mifeng put him through a rigorous routine, making Zhang Hao sweat profusely.

After showering, Zhang Hao entered the elevator in the basement, which took him directly down to the sixteenth floor. This floor surprisingly had a gym with various exercise equipment. Mifeng began a new round of guidance, continuing to push Zhang Hao.

In less than an hour, Zhang Hao was drenched in sweat, panting like a dog, his lungs feeling like they were about to burst. With this level of intensity, if not for the nanomachines repairing him, he would have collapsed long ago. His sedentary lifestyle had left him with extremely poor physical fitness. Although he used to jog in the mornings, that level of intensity was just enough to maintain health.