Teach You All a Lesson

The remaining few people stammered, their eyes filled with nothing but shock.

How is that possible? How could anyone in the world drink so much?

This isn't just about being able to drink; it's about having an unparalleled capacity for alcohol. Putting everything else aside, just this level of drinking ability alone would make anyone in the world bow down in submission and utter a word of admiration.

"Brother Zhang, how did you do that?" Wen Yu asked, trembling.

"I want to know? Well, you'd better settle your friends down first," Zhang Yang laughed. "They're all scattered around like this; it'll take a while to settle them all."

Wen Yu looked at it and immediately woke up as if from a dream.

"Yes, brother, please wait for me a moment."

He immediately made a series of arrangements, with some arranging hotels and others arranging cars, keeping them busy for quite some time.

Later, outside the private banquet restaurant.

Several cars left one after another.

Wen Yu stayed by Zhang Yang's side, seemingly wanting to ask something but unable to.

"Didn't you want to know why I can drink so much?" Zhang Yang turned around and asked with a smile.

"Brother, please tell me! I'm so anxious!" Wen Yu couldn't help but ask from the side.

Zhang Yang smiled and looked down at the snow piled up by the roadside.

"Try pressing it with your hand."

Wen Yu, puzzled, stepped forward, bent down, and pressed her handprint into the snow, not understanding what Zhang Yang meant by this.

"Look at me." Zhang Yang leaned down and casually placed his hand on her.

"Brother Zhang, what's wrong?" Wen Yu asked as he stepped forward to look. Then, as he looked, his eyes widened, and his expression turned horrified.

Because the spot where Zhang Yang pressed down was like a branding iron, the surrounding ice and snow instantly spread outwards and melted away. In the blink of an eye, a circle of ice and snow had spread outwards, forming a stark contrast with his palm print beside him.

"Ah, this... this..." Wen Yu suddenly became incoherent.

"What kind of extraordinary talent is this?" Zhang Yang raised his head. "Have you ever heard of internal martial arts?"

"Huh? Internal martial arts?" Wen Yu's eyes widened as she looked at Zhang Yang, who was slowly straightening up. Looking at his tall and imposing figure under the light, her mind was instantly filled with a storm of emotions.

Zhang Yang smiled inwardly.

There's no other way.

After all, it's too unbelievable that one person could outdrink everyone at a table. It can't be understood by common sense, so we have to resort to the explanation of internal martial arts.

As for how many cups he could drink without this buff, given his current physical condition, he didn't bother to test it.

I don't want to try.

Bored?

"Alright, I've told you the secret. Are you satisfied now?" Zhang Yang looked at Wen Yu, who was excited and whose eyes were filled with admiration, and laughed. "We've had our fill of drinking today. Come visit me sometime."

"Brother, I never imagined you were actually... actually a legendary martial arts master." Wen Yu was still somewhat immersed in the scene he had just witnessed.

"Hey, to put it another way, there are no martial arts masters in this world," Zhang Yang corrected him. "They're just people with abundant qi and blood, a little stronger than ordinary people."

He said modestly.

"Brother, is that all there is to it?" Wen Yu asked again, still somewhat unwilling to give up.

"Is that all? What did you expect?" Zhang Yang chuckled. "You've been reading too many novels, haven't you?"

"Does that... that thing where flying flowers and plucked leaves can all hurt people, really exist?" Wen Yu suddenly asked.

"Well..." Zhang Yang waved his hand, "What are you thinking? At most, it's just..."

"At most what?" Wen Yu asked quietly.

"At most..." Zhang Yang looked down, "Huh? Where did this coin come from?"

He picked up a coin from the ground, glanced at a tree not far away, weighed it in his hand for a moment, and then casually flicked the coin away.

A shadow flashed through the air and disappeared into the tree trunk.

"Go back and get some rest. See you tomorrow." Zhang Yang smiled and nodded, then turned to greet Bei Wei and the others who were walking out of the restaurant late.

A moment later, Zhang Yang got into the car and left first.

Wen Yu stood there, still somewhat dazed, staring at the old, thick tree a few steps away.

He was only a few steps away, but he hesitated to take the next step.

After an unknown amount of time, Wen Yu finally mustered up her courage, took a step forward, and stood in front of the tree.

"Huh? This..."

He suddenly cried out incoherently.

On the hard tree trunk, a metallic sheen was still faintly visible; it was a coin, deeply embedded in the trunk, with only its tip sticking out.

This coin was something Zhang Yang had casually flicked into the hole just now.

What kind of power is this? What kind of scene is this?

He was trembling, and his whole body broke down. He felt as if his life had been greatly impacted.

Yes, he didn't see the flying petals or plucked leaves, but he did see a coin embedded deep in wood with a flick of the finger. Such force, if it hit a person, would surely leave a hole here and there!

"Brother Wen, everyone's settled in. Hey? What are you doing here under this tree?" A voice suddenly came from the side.

The few remaining sober guys who were keeping me company tonight came forward, all looking rather curious.

"Huh, who hammered this coin in? Wow... it's pretty secure."

A guy tried to pry it off with his hand, but it was all in vain.

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On the way back, Bei Jiajia kept talking non-stop.

"Brother-in-law, you're amazing! You drank so many people under the table!" she exclaimed, her voice filled with disbelief. "Luckily, that ten million really wasn't given away."

"Do you really think I don't value money?" Zhang Yang chuckled.

If it weren't for the safety net, would he really throw out ten million as a prize? Just kidding, at least not yet.

Spending ten million on myself is fine, but giving it away for free is something I can't do.

"That's true? What's particularly funny is Gao Cong, thinking about ten million, he really dares to dream of it." Bei Jiajia suddenly thought of something and said casually.

Zhang Yang smiled but didn't say anything.

After all, he had just made a million from Gao Cong; what could he say?

Later that evening, the group returned to the Ritz-Carlton Hotel.

Zhang Yang escorted Bei Wei back to her suite.

Bei Wei has a low alcohol tolerance; she only had a small glass in the evening, and now she's like a beautiful flower in full bloom, pulling Zhang Yang along, wanting to...

"Ah..." Zhang Yang had intended to go out for a while.

After all, this rare system event is still ongoing, the buff is still active, and such a good deal of two million per person is something you might miss once it's gone.

Right now, just pick any nightclub, order a row of drinks, and have a good time. Wouldn't that be wonderful?

But the little sweet girl was clinging to him, her eyes glazed over with sleep and watery, showing no sign of giving up. Zhang Yang had no choice but to put down what he was doing for the time being, pick up the little sweet girl, and go into the bedroom.

Later that evening, high above Harbin, in a suite high in the clouds.

Bei Wei slept soundly and sweetly, the afterglow still lingering on her face.

Zhang Yang quietly got up, stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the Harbin below the tall buildings. Then, he turned around, put on his clothes, and quietly went out the door first.

Traveling light, I set off alone.

He was prepared to spend the entire night grinding money, determined to make this event worthwhile.

Around midnight in Harbin, the city was covered in ice and snow, but Zhang Yang felt no cold at all; it was as if his chest was filled with fire.

He let out a soft breath.

A cloud of white mist instantly solidified like a sword, striking deep into the night before slowly dissipating.

"Taxi." Zhang Yang randomly hailed a taxi.

After getting into the car, the driver turned around.

"Hey bro, where are you going?"

"Whatever, I can drink," Zhang Yang said casually with a smile.

Time is tight, no flirting, just need to be able to drink.

If you get one drunk, the two million cashback is enough to throw a long line of young models a party for ten days to half a month.

"Alright, I'll take you to a good place, bro." The driver gestured, stepped on the gas, and they set off.

I don't know how much time passed.

The car stopped.

"Hey bro, we're here. Want a drink? Drink as much as you want over here. Lots of Russians and Russian girls too," the driver said with a smile as he turned around.

Zhang Yang paid the bill, got out of the car, and looked up at the bar in front of him.

"Russian Bear Bar?"

The bar signs in front of me were brightly lit, and in the middle of the night, a group of tall, burly Russians were drinking and chatting outside, seemingly unfazed by the freezing weather.

As for what they talked about...

Zhang Yang is fluent in all languages, so he naturally heard it very clearly.

"Bro, you've had quite a bit to drink today. Did you break up with your girlfriend? Is Natasha ignoring you?"

"What's the point of bringing this up? Let's not talk about it anymore. Just drink with me tonight, that's all."

Zhang Yang could clearly hear the strong Northeastern accent in what he heard.

"What's that guy over there looking at?"

"Hmm, she's really ugly. If I looked like that, Natasha wouldn't ignore me."

The two Russian men over there were talking when they looked over here.

Zhang Yang was taken aback.

"What? Are they talking about me?"

He walked straight past the two people, and could clearly feel their gazes following him into the bar.

Inside the bar, there was a dazzling array of lights and sounds, creating a very noisy atmosphere.

Everywhere you look, there are foreign girls.

Yes, there are probably more Russian girls than Russian girls.

In each booth and around the bar, groups of three or five people were drinking and chatting.

Good looks are everything.

And coincidentally, Zhang Yang's good looks transcend national boundaries.

At this moment, his tall stature and handsome face, bathed in the nightclub lights, instantly unleashed a torrent of masculine hormones, causing chaos and destruction in the surrounding environment.

Russian girls don't know what it means to be reserved.

Immediately, countless eyes were drawn to it.

"Hey, handsome, want a seat?" A blonde, blue-eyed girl who looked remarkably like Daria stood up and invited her enthusiastically.

Zhang Yang sat down without any hesitation.

He could even feel several malicious glances from the males.

But what a joke!

With one arm, he could easily knock down all the Russians in the room, okay?

"What would you like to drink?" In the booth, the girl even tried to communicate with Zhang Yang in accented Mandarin.

Zhang Yang communicates easily and without hesitation, speaking fluent and fluent Russian.

Clearly, his fluent Russian surprised and delighted the girl.

It's like my goodwill was already overflowing, and now they've added fuel to the fire, causing it to splatter everywhere.

"Vodka," Zhang Yang said.

Anyway, with his buff, drinking anything is like drinking water.

"Wow." None of the girls around Zhang Yang thought he was arrogant; their eyes were filled with admiration and worship.

Being handsome has its advantages.

You don't have to spend any money to go out drinking and flirting with girls.

Zhang Yang didn't feel embarrassed at all. Anyway, the old lady had already given him the money, so he felt perfectly justified in living off her.

Just drink it and that's it.

A moment later, the wine was served.

Zhang Yang picked up his wine glass and downed the entire glass in one go, immediately drawing praise from those around him.

Of course, the exclamations of praise mainly came from girls, including Russian girls and girls from our own country, along with some domestic boys. As for the group of foreign boys around them, their gazes were anything but friendly.

Male consciousness knows no borders.

The booth wasn't big, but ever since Zhang Yang sat down, girls kept coming over to him.

He watched as Zhang Yang drank heartily.

Zhang Yang was actually wondering whether he should drink the girls in front of him under the table.

Tsk, what an unfair victory!

"How can you drink so much? You're the best drinker I've ever seen." A girl who looked a lot like Daria leaned closer. "My name is Alina, what's yours?"

"Zhang Yang," Zhang Yang said casually.

"Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are like stars?" Alina suddenly said, gazing into Zhang Yang's eyes.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Yang almost burst out laughing.

This way of striking up a conversation... it sounds so familiar! Are all foreigners this straightforward and unpretentious when it comes to flirting?

However, this girl isn't just pretty from a distance; she looks good up close too.

Her pores weren't large; on the contrary, they were quite fine, unlike the image of a Russian woman he had in mind.

"What you just said has an adjective in our language: 'brilliant as the stars,'" Zhang Yang said with a smile. "Yes, it means as radiant as the stars."

Alina nodded in realization, muttering to herself as she spoke, her eyes growing brighter with each word.

"Chinese culture is truly profound and extensive."

As the music played, the girl moved closer.

Zhang Yang casually touched it; hmm, it was smooth and slippery, the skin was quite delicate.

He reached out and pulled the girl into his arms.

With his other hand raised, another girl obediently came up to him, her enthusiastic and unrestrained energy quite charming.

Well, after eating so many delicacies, it's nice to change things up occasionally and try something new.

Zhang Yang's behavior of having women on his left and right was naturally extremely displeasing to some of the tall and burly Russians present.

A Russian came up shortly after.

"Hey, move aside, I'll sit."

Zhang Yang looked the Russian up and down, and then burst out laughing.

Is that so reckless?

"Wine," Zhang Yang gestured to Alina beside him.

Alina immediately understood and served the wine.

"Let's have a drinking contest. The loser has to give up their seat, okay?" Zhang Yang pushed his glass forward.

I've heard that Russians drink vodka straight from the bottle, but I don't know if it's true. It just so happens that I'm here today to see for myself.

As soon as he said that, everyone around burst into laughter.

Several Russians, carrying bottles of liquor, stood by watching the spectacle.

Today was truly an eye-opening experience; it's the first time I've seen someone dare to challenge the Russians to a drinking contest.

"Are you serious?" The Russian man who came up immediately laughed.

Zhang Yang smiled and didn't waste any time.

Let's get a bottle of vodka!

He tilted his head back and blew straight from the bottle.

Whether the Russian can chug a bottle or not is unknown, but today he really wants to teach these guys a lesson.