Everyone Calls Me the Immortal of Wine

"Brother, what kind of prize do we have?" someone asked curiously.

"I don't really have any creative ideas," Zhang Yang said with a smile. "If anyone can drink me under the table, I'll give them five million as a token."

A sudden commotion startled everyone present.

Although they are all well-off, as the saying goes, family money is family money, and no matter how rich their families are, they don't have as much pocket money as you might imagine.

That's five million in cash! Who would dare ignore that?

However, because it was Zhang Yang who spoke, everyone hesitated and dared not act rashly.

"Really nobody?" Zhang Yang shook his head, amused. "Five million and nobody?"

A generous reward will surely attract brave men.

Not long after...

"Brother Zhang, please don't be offended. My dad suspended my credit card last week, so I'm a bit short on cash. I'll have the drink." A boy stood up. "Brother Zhang, please..."

"That's right, stop dawdling." Zhang Yang smiled and drank another full glass.

The boy's throat bobbed, but he still raised his glass and drank it down in fits and starts.

The second cup.

Zhang Yang continued drinking the glass of wine without batting an eye, as if it were water.

"Brother Zhang... Brother Zhang, I think I..." the boy raised his glass, "... it looks like I'm not going to be able to take this money with me."

"Hey, what if I'm almost at my limit?" Zhang Yang glanced at the boy's glass and tempted him, "Five million, huh?"

"Let's do it!" the boy exclaimed, spurred on.

He tilted his head back and gulped it all down.

"Brother... brother, look at me, I can hold my liquor pretty well... is that okay?"

With a loud bang.

Several people around him quickly helped him up; the guy was so drunk he was unconscious.

The pleasant system notification sounded in Zhang Yang's mind once again.

They made another two million.

So far, I've earned six million. The money came easily, but it's incredibly tiring...

"Is anyone else here?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile, looking up.

The entire private room was completely silent; no one made a sound.

"The god of wine, absolutely the god of wine..." someone murmured to themselves.

What a joke.

Drinking three people with exceptional alcohol tolerance until they're out of the water, while remaining completely unaffected himself—if that's not the work of a god of wine, then what is?

Even though Northeast China is known for its talented people and abundant resources, they were still astonished at this moment.

"Brother-in-law, I want to too..." Bei Jiajia finally couldn't hold back any longer.

"Trying to snag a bargain, huh? Betting I'm at my last gasp?" Zhang Yang chuckled. "The girls aren't participating, so forget about it."

"It's obvious that my brother-in-law is afraid of losing to a girl like me," Bei Jiajia joked.

Laughter erupted all around.

"That's not right. Do you think Brother Zhang drank those drinks for nothing?"

"There's no doubt that Brother Zhang has the highest alcohol tolerance."

"That's a no-questions-asked approach."

"Even if someone manages to drink Brother Zhang under the table later, it's not because they have a high alcohol tolerance, it's just good luck; they just happened to hit Brother Zhang's limit."

As they were talking, the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

"That's exactly right. It's a gamble now. Do you guys want to bet and see if I've reached my limit? If you win, it's five million." Zhang Yang smiled and looked around. "If you lose, you'll just get drunk; you won't have to pay anything."

The group looked at each other in bewilderment.

Yeah, it's a gamble.

What if you win the bet? A win would mean five million. When money is involved, any thoughts of unfair victory are long forgotten.

At this point, there's no doubt that Zhang Yang is number one in terms of drinking capacity.

Continuing to play was simply because of the alcohol, the lure of money, and the desire to have a good time, while also taking a gamble.

"Brother, I absolutely have to make you happy today!" another person stood up.

A moment later.

A figure fell, another person killed.

Eight million in cashback has been distributed.

"Is anyone else here?" Zhang Yang looked around. "Maybe I'm just putting on a brave face too..."

His words kept giving everyone hope, making everyone feel a sliver of luck, thinking that they might be the lucky one.

"Wen Yu, do you want to come?" Zhang Yang asked Wen Yu.

"Brother, I really don't dare." Wen Yu looked at his four buddies who had already fallen and quickly shook his head. "How about we just..."

"Look at you, you promised to let me have a good time." Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "Looks like I won't be able to give away this money today. How about this, ten million, drink me out and I'll take ten million with me."

"Ten million?!"

"It really is ten million."

"Brother Zhang's wealth is simply..."

As soon as Zhang Yang said this, discussions immediately broke out all around.

No one doubted the truthfulness of his words. After all, before they came, they had vaguely heard Wen Yu talk about Zhang Yang's background. Brother Zhang had businesses all over Beijing and Shanghai, and his circle of friends in Beijing was full of talented people. He even had a super industrial park with an investment of hundreds of billions of yuan under construction in Beijing.

These are the people they truly need to Yangwang.

Even so, the sheer scale of their bets—ten million at a time—still left them in awe.

But can they really take that ten million?

Zhang Yang looked around and saw the desire and impulse in Gao Cong's eyes.

"Gao Cong, do you want to make this money?" Zhang Yang looked at Gao Cong and asked with a smile.

"No, no, Brother Zhang, you guys play, I won't participate." Gao Cong panicked when he was called out, as if his thoughts had been read, and hurriedly waved his hands.

"Don't be shy, why would you pass up money?" Zhang Yang chuckled. "You don't want to leave empty-handed, do you?"

"This..." Gao Cong stammered.

"You all act like I'm just making empty promises and that you don't think you'll get that ten million, right?" Zhang Yang shook his head and said, "How about this, I'll change the rules. I'll drink as much as I want, and you can drink half of it, okay? I really want to give away that ten million so we can all have some fun."

His words immediately stirred up the crowd.

Since Brother Zhang has said that, could it be that he's really nearing his limit and really wants to give away that ten million as soon as possible?

"Oh dear!" someone suddenly slapped their thigh. "If only I had..."

"Brother Zhang, brother, I'm coming, I want to come..."

The crowd finally began to scramble for it.

Gao Cong's face flushed red, and he finally realized that he might be missing something...

"Brother Zhang, Brother Zhang, I..."

"First come, first served. Let Xiao Gao speak first," Zhang Yang gestured, and the surroundings immediately fell silent.

"Brother Zhang, I want to give it a try!" Gao Cong said excitedly.

He seemed to have discovered an opportunity to make a fortune.

Ten million!

If we can really earn this ten million, it seems that this trip was absolutely worthwhile; not only was it worthwhile, but we also made a fortune.

It doesn't seem like a big deal if I can't win over Bei Jiajia.

Yes, don't put all your eggs in one basket. Why did it take me so long to realize this?

Beside her, Bei Jiajia glanced at Gao Cong's current state, snorted coldly, and muttered to herself, "There's no way my brother-in-law would let you take that ten million."

She didn't believe Gao Cong had that kind of luck.

"Alright, Xiao Gao, looks like you're destined to be rich." Zhang Yang stood up with a smile, pouring himself two glasses of wine first. "I'll have two first, you take your time."

He tilted his head back.

He drank both glasses of baijiu, one after the other, downing every last drop.

After two drinks, he remained the same as before, his face not flushed and his heart not racing, as if he would never reach his limit and would never get drunk.

"Me too," Gao Cong gritted his teeth and poured himself a full glass.

He tilted his head back and drank with difficulty, his throat moving up and down with difficulty, clearly indicating that he couldn't hold his liquor.

People around him watched him with amusement as he struggled to finish the glass of wine.

"Brother Zhang... I've finished my drink." Gao Cong stammered, hiccuping, his face flushed red.

"Not bad, Xiao Gao." Zhang Yang smiled and poured two more glasses.

Everyone around them felt their eyelids twitching.

These... these are two cups again?

In the blink of an eye.

Zhang Yang drank two more glasses of wine.

As usual, he remained completely calm, as if he had never drunk alcohol.

"It's your turn," Bei Jiajia suddenly said.

Gao Cong's face showed a conflicted expression. His hand trembled as he poured another glass of wine, then raised it, his eyes unfocused, remaining motionless.

"Xiao Gao, what's the worst that can happen? Just get drunk. If you win, it's ten million." Zhang Yang gave him a timely provocation.

"Yeah, right! Cheers!" Gao Cong gritted his teeth, his lips trembling as he approached the glass.

Then, one bite, two bites.

With each sip, his face grew more pained, until the very end...

"Hey, bro, are you alright?"

"If you can't drink, don't force yourself."

People around him quickly helped him up.

Gao Cong's eyes were glazed over, he waved his hands, unable to speak, and then suddenly collapsed onto the table, snoring loudly.

"This... is it not going to work?"

"Only two glasses of wine?"

The group of people around looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

Two glasses of wine, and all you need to do is talk, yet you still got this drunk. It's really unbelievable.

Zhang Yang sighed softly, and at the same time, he heard the system notification in his mind.

Another two million came in.

They've given back ten million in cashback.

Xiao Gao's mission is finally complete; he should obediently head home tomorrow.

"Ouch." Zhang Yang looked around at the eager eyes of everyone around him, then deliberately scratched his head, pretending to be a little tipsy.

"Brother Zhang, you... you feel something?" Someone asked, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"Hmm, it seems so," Zhang Yang muttered to himself.

"So, are you still going to play this game?" someone else asked tentatively.

Finally, it happened... Zhang Yang seemed to be getting a little carried away, and with the current game rules, ten million was really within reach.

Everyone thinks they can do it.

"Keep going, why aren't you playing?" Zhang Yang said without hesitation. "I refuse to believe we can't give away this ten million today."

"Brother, Brother Zhang, I'll keep you company."

"Me too, me first!"

Immediately, everyone eagerly raised their hands, wanting to participate.

"Don't rush, take it one at a time, first come, first served." Zhang Yang almost couldn't keep up the act anymore, his face beaming with joy.

So, in order to steady himself, he deliberately staggered twice more in place.

"Honey, don't drink anymore," Bei Wei, coming up to support him again, clearly worried. "How many cups have you had already?"

"It's nothing." Zhang Yang winked at her discreetly.

The room was packed, and everyone was trying to take advantage of him, but they had no idea that every single one of them was a walking two million in his eyes.

When everyone saw that Zhang Yang seemed to be standing a little unsteady, they were all incredibly excited.

It really is coming soon.

Brother Zhang is really about to be drunk and pass out.

"Here, you go first," Zhang Yang said, pointing casually.

Immediately, one of the boys accompanying them was already itching to try.

As usual, Zhang Yang drank two glasses first.

After drinking, one deliberately circulates their body's energy and blood, concentrating it on their cheeks. The visual effect is a flushed face, a sign that they are about to pass out.

To others, this would appear as someone patting their chest and dangling their feet.

"Brother Zhang is almost at his target."

"It's really close to the target quantity, ten million..."

No one can disregard ten million. Even for their families, it's a huge sum of money. If they try to scrape together it with their monthly allowance, who knows how many years it would take?

So the boy was overjoyed, thinking that this windfall was about to fall into his lap.

Pick up the glass and start drinking.

After downing the glass, his face visibly flushed for a moment. Even someone with a high alcohol tolerance would find it hard to handle drinking a glass in one go.

Zhang Yang smiled and continued pouring the wine.

Then, two cups for the second time,

After finishing his drink, he deliberately leaned on the table for support.

"Second cup, keep going, second cup!" Upon seeing this, the boy became even more excited, thinking that victory was just one step away.

I don't know how much time passed.

Clang.

The wine glass slammed limply onto the table.

The boy snored loudly and collapsed onto the table, drunk.

Bite!

Two million has already been refunded.

Another two million in hand, bringing the total cashback to twelve million.

Zhang Yang was in a very good mood. He blinked, deliberately shook his head, and continued to act out the signs of being drunk.

"Almost there, almost there! Brother Zhang is definitely about to get drunk! Let me do it!" Someone else raised their hand!

A new round is coming.

Time passed by, minute by minute.

With each glass of wine down their throats, one by one, defiant individuals pressed their tongues.

Zhang Yang seemed to be on the verge of getting drunk, but he just couldn't quite pass out, as if he was always just a hair's breadth away from it.

It was just a tiny difference, yet it drove one after another to rush forward, and then, without any suspense, they fell one after another.

Zhang Yang's cashback amount naturally increased steadily.

From 12 million, to 14 million, 16 million... 20 million

Zhang Yang appeared to be teetering on the brink of collapse, but he never actually fell.

Everyone thought they were the lucky one; besides, the worst that could happen was getting drunk—what could they possibly lose?

As for the result, a large number of people ended up drunk.

"Thirty-two million!" Zhang Yang was overjoyed. Looking around, he saw that only a few men were still standing.

Or should we stop?

After all, a few people still needed to stay behind to settle the group of people present.

"Brother, you're like my own brother!" Wen Yu almost knelt down in gratitude. "What kind of divine drinking capacity do you have? How can you drink so much?!"

He almost thought he was dreaming.

This is utterly unbelievable! One person drinking a whole group under the table? What does "enormous drinking capacity" even mean?

He now realizes that "massive" isn't necessarily an adjective, but can actually describe a person in a real way.

"Brother, Brother Zhang, why aren't you drunk yet?" Among the remaining people, there was still one who wouldn't give up, staring intently at Zhang Yang.

"Drunk?" Zhang Yang smiled.

The flush on his face and the intoxication in his eyes vanished instantly.

My eyes were completely clear.

How could I be drunk?