A Punishment

"Wen Yu, tell me the truth, you arranged that Gao Cong thing, didn't you?" Zhang Yang asked with a laugh on the phone.

"I wouldn't dare lie to Brother Zhang... it's true." Since Zhang Yang had asked, Wen Yu couldn't hide it from him and immediately told him the whole story.

"Okay, it's nothing." Zhang Yang smiled, hung up the phone, and didn't say anything.

Bei Wei tentatively stepped forward.

"What's wrong?"

"This Bei Jiajia has some nerve, daring to use my connections to order Wen Yu around," Zhang Yang said, amused. "Is she someone she can order around?"

Although Gao Cong was quite innocent, he had brought it on himself, and he didn't care how Bei Jiajia wanted to use him.

But who is Wen Yu?

The man was his business partner's underling, a new friend he had just met in Harbin, and a very influential figure in the area.

And yet, this Bei Jiajia is behaving like this, ordering around Young Master Wen?

Today she can use her name to boss Wen Yu, who knows what she might do tomorrow using that name to her advantage?

"This?" Bei Wei also felt this was inappropriate.

They were being hospitable, that's just how hospitality is, but Bei Jiajia dragged them into this mess? They called her "Sister Jiajia" out of respect for Zhang Yang, and she really treats her like a little brother?

"I'll call her."

Without saying a word, she wanted to make a phone call.

"No thanks, you stay here, I'll go find her myself." Zhang Yang said casually, and walked straight out of the suite.

A moment later, in the river-view suite where Bei Jiajia was staying.

"Brother-in-law, I was just grasping at straws in my desperation," Bei Jiajia said weakly.

"Desperate measures? You think you can order Wen Yu around?" Zhang Yang chuckled. "You take it seriously just because I call you 'sister'? Do you even know how many businesses she owns in Harbin?"

"How... how much?" Bei Jiajia stammered.

"He has billions in assets, you really treat him like a little brother?" Zhang Yang shook his head and said.

"What? He has billions in assets?" Bei Jiajia was speechless.

"What do you think? Do you think people's Rolls-Royce Phantom and Bentley are just playing around with you?" Zhang Yang glanced at Bei Jiajia.

Knowing she was in the wrong, Bei Jiajia stood aside and gently tugged at Zhang Yang's clothes.

"Brother-in-law, that... that further proves your wisdom and prowess! Look, even the eldest son of a family with billions in assets treats you with such respect..."

"Don't try to sweet-talk me." Zhang Yang wasn't buying it. "If I don't teach you a lesson, you really won't learn your lesson. So, tell me, how do you want me punished?"

"Huh? Are we really going to be punished?" Bei Jiajia trembled, her expression conflicted.

Then, in front of Zhang Yang, she turned her back slightly, bent down, and leaned close to him, saying, "Brother-in -Zhang Yang law, why don't you hit me a few times to vent your anger?"

"Want me to hit you a few times to vent my anger?" Zhang Yang looked at the nearby buttocks and was speechless.

What are you doing? Spanking?

Damn, Bei Jiajia really has no respect for elders.

Snap!

Zhang Yang didn't hold back and slapped him without thinking.

"Ouch... it hurts!" Bei Jiajia turned around, clutching her bottom, tears welling in her eyes. "Brother-in-law, did you really hit me?"

"Or is it fake? I'll teach you a lesson for your dad." Zhang Yang looked at Bei Jiajia. "Have you learned your lesson yet?"

Bei Jiajia nodded quickly.

"What's the situation with Gao Cong now?" Zhang Yang asked again.

"He... he's frantic, he wants to explain to me." Bei Jiajia rubbed her bottom and sat down beside her. "Actually, I've thought about it. If he passes this test, I'll give him a chance, but now, that's impossible."

"You don't even know what kind of setup Wen Yu has prepared for him," Zhang Yang chuckled. "Forget it, since it's definitely hopeless, let's not waste each other's time. Where is he? Should I go talk to him?"

Bei Jiajia didn't say anything, but showed a long list of missed calls.

A moment later, Zhang Yang met with Gao Cong alone.

"Brother Zhang, brother-in-law, I... I..." Gao Cong's face turned bright red as he stammered, trying to explain something.

"Xiao Gao, have a seat." Zhang Yang beckoned.

Gao Cong quickly sat down on the sofa, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"As a man, I can actually understand you." Zhang Yang looked at the refined young man in front of him, shook his head regretfully, "But you should pick your timing. It's a rare opportunity to travel with Jiajia, and you take every spare moment to go out and have fun. Do you think she can accept that?"

Gao Cong opened his mouth, took a deep breath, and then slumped his head down again, exhausted.

"Brother Zhang, I... I know I was wrong, I'll go back by myself."

"Well, forget it. You two are clearly not a good match. Try to think positively and don't get hung up on one person. I've booked your flight for tomorrow. Go back tomorrow," Zhang Yang said, patting Gao Cong on the shoulder.

"By the way, let's have dinner together tonight."

Zhang Yang wasn't that kind-hearted, of course. He just thought that even if one person showed up, it would still make up the numbers. After all, it was a system event; he could earn two million by getting one person drunk.

Let's just let this young Gao contribute what he can.

"Brother Zhang," Gao Cong looked up, his eyes filled with gratitude, "I didn't expect you to care so much about my situation, thank you."

"You're welcome. Remember to come together tonight." Zhang Yang smiled, gave him a few more reminders, and then left the room first.

Later that evening, at a private banquet restaurant in the Qunli New District Harbin.

"Brother, this way, this way, please." Wen Yu led the way.

Zhang Yang and his two companions, along with Gao Cong who followed behind in silence.

Inside a private room, Wen Yu pushed open the door.

Inside the private room, around a large round table, a group of people stood up to greet them.

"Come, come, let me introduce you. This is Brother Zhang Yang," Wen Yu said solemnly. "Brother Zhang is Young Master Cheng's business partner. We've all made sure to keep him entertained and happy today!"

He introduced them one by one, and of course, he didn't forget to introduce Bei Wei and the others.

One by one, the young people, with respect in their eyes, came forward to greet him.

"Hello Brother Zhang, hello Sister-in-law, I'm Zheng Zhou."

"Welcome to Harbin, Brother Zhang and Sister-in-law. I am..."

"Brother Zhang, tonight we're drinking until we drop! We'll definitely show you the passion of the people of Harbin!"

Each of these guys seemed to have a very generous and outgoing personality, and they were all quite tall and strong. Most importantly, they all seemed quite proud of their drinking capacity.

Zhang Yang smiled and shook hands with everyone, his heart filled with joy.

"You can drink, right? That's good."

A moment later, Zhang Yang sat down in the main seat, with Bei Wei sitting beside him.

Tonight's banquet, in addition to inviting these friends to accompany him, also included a set of nine bottles of Moutai "Nine-Five Supreme" in nine different colors, costing approximately 100,000 yuan, Wen Yu to ensure a pleasant drinking experience.

"Brother, shall I fill your glass?" Wen Yu poured the wine.

"Thanks." Zhang Yang glanced at his wine glass, then at the wine prepared on the table, and then at the people at the table.

Hmm, this is a big table; it can probably hold about twenty people who can drink.

It was truly a fruitful harvest.

A moment later, the door to the private room opened, and the waiter came in to serve the dishes.

Girls from Northeast China are generally tall and fair-skinned, especially those from Harbin, who are all tall, fair-skinned, and have striking features.

None of the girls who came in to serve the food were unattractive.

"Come on, Brother Zhang, let me toast you first. Welcome to Harbin! I hope you enjoy the food, drinks, and fun, and come back often!" Wen Yu stood up and was the first to offer a toast.

Zhang Yang clinked glasses with him.

With such a distinguished guest at their door, and Wen Yu being the host, he was eager to display his generosity, and downed most of a cup of wine in one gulp.

"Wen Yu, your alcohol tolerance is impressive. I didn't realize you'd trained?" someone around them chuckled.

"I'll go with Brother Zhang, I'm going all in," Wen Yu said.

Zhang Yang smiled, glanced at the wine in his glass, gestured, and took a few sips. Since he had just started drinking, he didn't want to be too obvious and needed to lull them into a false sense of security first.

Actually, even without this buff, his power was already enormous, considering his current body is no longer that of an ordinary person. Now, with this buff...

Hiss!

This wine tastes just like plain water.

Zhang Yang suddenly understood how terrifying this buff was.

Drinking alcohol is like drinking water; you can drink as much as you want. As long as your kidneys are strong enough, you can easily drink a thousand cups.

After Wen Yu started, everyone began eating, and then one by one they took turns offering toasts.

"Brother, this is a toast to you."

"I'll do it, bro."

One by one, they came up to toast, making the atmosphere increasingly lively. The atmosphere became more harmonious, and people spoke more casually.

"Wow? Brother Zhang, you can hold your liquor pretty well." Suddenly, someone exclaimed in surprise.

Although Zhang Yang was holding back for the time being, he didn't just go through the motions when people came up to toast him. He took one sip after another, and before he knew it, he had drunk quite a lot.

"I'm alright, I shouldn't be worse than you guys," Zhang Yang said modestly.

"Haha, Brother Zhang, you are from the South after all. When it comes to drinking, you might be..." Someone mentioned drinking and couldn't help but feel a little proud.

"Hey... what are you saying? How can you talk to Brother Zhang like that?" someone else laughed. "Brother Zhang, don't listen to them. As long as you're having fun... do as you please..."

Zhang Yang shook his head and smiled, then poured a full glass of wine.

Well, you little rascal, trying to provoke me from the shadows, huh?

He looked up at everyone present and saw the eager look in their eyes. Each of them wanted to urge others to drink but hesitated, too shy to do so.

"Why don't we give it a try?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"Brother Zhang, are you serious? Don't blame us if you get passed out!" someone finally couldn't hold back.

"No problem, come on, let me have a taste first." Zhang Yang raised his glass and, for the first time, drank it all in one gulp.

"Husband." Bei Wei was startled and quickly and gently pulled Zhang Yang back.

"It's okay, I know what I'm doing." Zhang Yang gave her a reassuring look.

"Holy crap! Brother Zhang, you can really drink!" A burst of cheers erupted from the crowd.

He drank a whole glass of Moutai without batting an eye, his face flushed and his heart pounding. He's definitely not an ordinary person.

Knowing Zhang Yang's drinking capacity, everyone's competitive spirit was instantly aroused.

When it comes to drinking capacity, how can Northeasterners be looked down upon?

"Brother Zhang, let me toast you. I'll drink this first too." A guy with a buzz cut stepped forward, downed his drink in one gulp, and his face flushed red, but he quickly suppressed it.

"Brother, drink as much as you want, I'll drink double."

He didn't know where he got the courage from.

"Let's stop here?" Zhang Yang said with amusement. "You can drink as much as I drink. Come on... I'll continue..."

He poured himself a full glass, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

Exclamations immediately erupted from those around them.

He downed the entire glass in one gulp.

A deep respect welled up in everyone's eyes. This was different from the respect shown before, which stemmed from social status. This respect, however, was entirely instinctive and came from the heart.

The boy with the buzz cut paused for a moment, hesitated, and then filled his glass to the brim.

"Then... then I'll do it too..."

He tried to down this glass in one gulp again.

He had barely finished half a glass when he couldn't help but cough.

"Hey, don't push yourself," Zhang Yang said with a smile, trying to dissuade him.

"I can do it, it's okay, Brother Zhang... you can definitely do it!" He took a deep breath and finished the rest of his drink.

This time, his face turned bright red instantly, and the redness lingered for a long time.

Even his body was swaying a little.

Zhang Yang poured himself another full glass of wine without changing his expression.

The wine in the glass shimmered, reflecting the light.

The table fell silent; everyone stared at the glass of wine, saying nothing.

"Brother, you can't drink like that!" Wen Yu exclaimed in alarm. "If anything happens to you, Young Master Cheng will kill me!"

"Am I stupid enough to risk my life with you guys?" Zhang Yang laughed, downing another glass of wine in one gulp.

His gaze fell on the boy with the buzz cut.

When Northeasterners are drinking, they'll drink until they're completely drunk; there's no reason for them to back down.

He took a deep breath and, with difficulty, finished the glass again.

Drinking so fast, getting drunk so fast is naturally a quick result.

"Brother Zhang, you're awesome!" Finally, he let out a long burp, stared unfocused at Zhang Yang, and then slumped onto the table.

Bite!

One person has already passed out from drinking.

Two million has already been refunded.

Hearing the pleasant notification sound in his mind, Zhang Yang laughed even harder.

The only downside is that this method is a bit inefficient; getting someone drunk takes a considerable amount of time.

This time, the private room was completely in an uproar.

"Brother Zhang, you're amazing!"

"That's a truly massive amount!"

He got someone drunk and passed out, but he didn't seem to be drinking at all. That's an incredible capacity for alcohol; even in Northeast China, he'd be considered a super drinker.

But for Zhang Yang, this was nothing.

"Still not quite satisfied, who's going to keep me drinking?" Zhang Yang looked at the table and asked with a smile.

"Brother, I'll do it, I'll risk my life to keep you company." Someone else stepped forward, driven by a competitive spirit, wanting to drink Zhang Yang under the table.

The drinks were poured out, and the process repeated itself.

One cup, two cups, three cups, four cups.

"Brother, brother, I'm impressed! Brother Zhang is the best! Brother Zhang is awesome!" Before he passed out drunk, he used the last of his consciousness to say these words.

Bite!

Two million has already been refunded.

"It still wasn't enough fun!" Zhang Yang looked at the empty cup and shook his head with a sigh.

Everyone was so shocked they couldn't speak.

Is anyone else here?

No one spoke.

One person gets drunk, two people get drunk...

They dared not drink any more, afraid of getting into trouble...

"Brother, brother, I beg you..." The young man Wen Yu, trembled with fear as he came forward to plead with him.

Normally, he wouldn't dare spoil the fun, after all, tonight's goal was to keep Zhang Yang entertained and make him happy...

But now... I wouldn't dare!

Bei Wei held Zhang Yang's hand tightly the whole time, hoping Zhang Yang would stop drinking.

"You little rascal, you were just telling me to have a good time," Zhang Yang laughed and scolded. "Nobody's keeping you company, huh? How about I offer a reward? Something to keep you entertained?"