Dropping Gold Coins

Even if a Russian can drink a lot, he's still human.

Downing a whole bottle of vodka in one go is considered an amazing drinking capacity, no matter where you are.

So when Zhang Yang showed off his skill, cheers erupted from the crowd, and a lot of people gathered around to watch the spectacle.

With a crowd watching, no one was willing to admit defeat.

"Your turn." Zhang Yang looked up and gestured to the old Russian in front of him.

Haha, here they are.

It looks like today's second wave of cryptocurrency farming will be wrecked by these Russians.

Thinking about it this way, Zhang Yang naturally found these Russians who came up to provoke and challenge him to become more and more pleasing to the eye, after all, each of them was worth two million.

"A bottle?!" The Russian's eyes widened, and without hesitation, he grabbed a bottle of vodka.

Then, gritting his teeth, he started drinking it too.

Zhang Yang, with girls on either side of him, watched the Russian man's performance with great interest.

To be fair, the Russians have a pretty good alcohol tolerance. They managed to down a bottle of vodka, albeit with some difficulty.

Clang!

The bottle slammed heavily onto the table.

"You... go on!" The old Russian in front of me continued to provoke me, chin held high.

He seemed certain that Zhang Yang's drinking capacity had reached its limit, while he, gritting his teeth, seemed capable of continuing to drink.

"I'm fine with it, it's just a matter of whether you can keep up." Zhang Yang smiled and casually picked up the second bottle of vodka.

Then, he tilted his head back.

Glug glug.

Without pausing for even a second.

He finished the second bottle of vodka without leaving a single drop.

A deathly silence fell over the area, then a burst of cheers erupted.

"Holy crap! That's awesome, bro."

"Two bottles of vodka, that took down the Russians, awesome!"

Many boys, their faces flushed with excitement, felt a surge of pride seeing Zhang Yang with Russian girls on either side of him, and they all stood up to cheer and encourage him.

"Are you... are you crazy?" The Russian man stared wide-eyed at Zhang Yang. "Do you know how potent vodka is? You'll die soon."

"It's your turn," Zhang Yang said with a smile.

Do you know what it means to drink alcohol like it's water? Let alone vodka, even if it were pure alcohol, he wouldn't even blink.

Having a system as a backer makes you awesome.

"I..." The old Russian's expression changed several times.

He seemed to know the consequences of downing two bottles of vodka, but with everyone around him watching, he might give in, so he had no choice but to...

He picked up another bottle of wine.

He hesitated for a moment, his throat bobbed, and then he started drinking.

His Russian companions around him kept encouraging him.

The old Russian was quite impressive; he gritted his teeth, endured the burning redness on his face, and forced down the second bottle of wine.

"Great, Novikov, get him drunk."

"Well done, buddy. When it comes to drinking, we've never been afraid of anyone..."

Two rounds of drinks have already been finished.

The Russian's performance was clearly quite unexpected for Zhang Yang.

They downed both bottles of wine.

He seems to have some kind of buff, but what about the Russian? Is he really just born with a huge capacity for alcohol?

He glanced at the Russian man in front of him, who seemed to be putting on a brave face, and smiled inwardly.

Yes.

The effects of vodka are delayed.

Drinking it all in one go is nothing, but once the alcohol kicks in, even a miracle won't save you.

"Continue," Zhang Yang said with a smile, reaching for the third bottle of wine.

"Wait!" the Russian suddenly interrupted, "Wait a little longer."

He stared intently at Zhang Yang, seemingly waiting for the effects of the alcohol to kick in.

"Are you really alright?" The Russian girl next to Zhang Yang leaned closer and asked with concern, showing great care and concern.

The sight of it made the group of Russians around him feel their blood boil.

Ah!

What does a girl like this, openly flirting with a foreign man, take us for?

"It's nothing, I don't feel anything," Zhang Yang said with a smile, casually wrapping his arms around the waists of the two girls. "Wait, wait for what? Let's see who gets drunk first? Who passes out first?"

"You can't... you can't not feel anything, stop pretending." The old Russian man stared intently at Zhang Yang, his hands gripping the table, shaking his head frantically.

He could feel the figure in front of him becoming heavier and spinning.

The alcohol started to take effect.

"You're the one who shouldn't be holding back, aren't you?" Zhang Yang chuckled lightly. "I'm collapsing."

The Russian man shook his head frantically, trying to hold on.

"Fall!"

"Fall!"

Everyone around them, in perfect unison, shouted in unison.

Later on, even the older Russian girl next to Zhang Yang joined in the shouting.

This guy's making a scene, is he siding with outsiders?

Finally, with a loud bang.

The massive body before them crashed to the ground.

Two million in hand.

That Russian guy's two million was really exhilarating, much better than earning those guys' gold coins at night.

It gives me a great sense of accomplishment.

"Novikov, Novikov, are you alright?"

Wake up! Wake up!

Several figures rushed forward to support him, their eyes practically spitting fire as they looked at Zhang Yang.

"What are you looking at? A bet's a bet. He can't hold his liquor as well as I can, so it's only natural that he's drunk." Zhang Yang shook his head and laughed. "I'm telling you, even if all of you came at me together, not one of you could outdrink me."

"Your drinking capacity is nothing special, I think."

A burst of laughter erupted all around.

"What you just said was true, that you could outdrink us all if we all attacked together?" The other Russian man, however, seemed to take it to heart and stepped forward. "Then I'll continue drinking with you."

A wave of excitement immediately swept through the crowd.

"How could I possibly accept this?!"

"Did you think we were drinking for free? You really have the nerve to come up and drink more?"

Immediately, a chorus of accusations erupted from all around.

The Russian guy wasn't intimidated at all. He looked around and shouted in broken Mandarin, "He said it himself! He said he could drink us all under the table by himself! Ask him!"

He retorted without backing down.

"Unless he's just bragging and making empty promises."

"Alright, I said it, I didn't renege on my promise, did I?" Zhang Yang stood up.

Standing tall before the imposing Russian man, his imposing figure not only held its own but, with its broad shoulders, narrow waist, and invincible physique hidden beneath its clothes, instantly overshadowed the entire group of Russians present.

"I'll say it again: even if you all come at me, I'll still drink you all under the table, one by one. Who wants to go first? You? Or you?"

He glanced around.

"Of course it's me." The Russian man who had just stood up to retort stepped forward, showing no remorse for taking advantage, and grinned, "You drink it?"

He believed Zhang Yang tolerance, but he didn't believe for a second that Zhang Yang could drink another bottle.

He bet that Zhang Yang was just bluffing.

"Dude, stop being stubborn, we've already won."

"Yes, retreating now is called protecting yourself. Don't fall for their tricks, and don't let them provoke you!"

A group of his own people spoke up for Zhang Yang.

Because this is not a joke.

Vodka is a classic strong liquor. Drinking that much would be suicidal.

"Thanks, I understand." Zhang Yang looked around gratefully, then opened another bottle without hesitation.

Another bottle of vodka, gulped down again.

Without stopping.

The surroundings were quiet, and everyone was watching the scene before them, watching this incredibly handsome guy hug a Russian girl, drink foreign liquor, and get a bunch of Russians drunk.

And in the years that followed, he recalled this scene from tonight more than once.

The wine bottle was placed on the table.

A series of loud explosions erupted around them, and cheers filled the air.

"Awesome!!"

"That's awesome! I said it! Who agrees? Who disagrees?!"

I wholeheartedly agree!

"Your turn, drink!"

"Drink!"

All eyes turned to this person.

The Russians also turned their attention to this one.

"Fine, I'll drink." The old Russian frowned, stepped forward, raised the bottle, and while looking at Zhang Yang, he hesitated before tilting his head back and chugging it down.

A short while later.

He finished his bottle of wine.

But at this moment, his eyes were fixed on Zhang Yang.

Because so far, he has only drunk one bottle, while the person in front of him, including what he just drank, has drunk a full three bottles.

In terms of drinking capacity alone, this guy in front of me is already quite proud.

They are indeed inferior.

"You really didn't feel anything?" His lips moved, and he looked at Zhang Yang in disbelief.

Zhang Yang was too lazy to answer.

He casually grabbed an unopened bottle of vodka, flicked it with his thumb, and the cap flew off in a blur.

Then, tilting his head back, he chugs another bottle in an instant.

Shocking! All that remained was awe.

The men and women present, both domestic and foreign, watched this scene unfold before them, their hearts still reeling from the shock.

Including this bottle, that makes four bottles of wine.

Am I dreaming?

"It's your turn. Do I need to urge you?" Zhang Yang put down the wine bottle and smiled as he looked at the two million in front of him.

No, I mean the Russian in front of me.

The old Russian didn't say a word, picked up a bottle of liquor, and started chugging it down.

This time, the boasting went rather poorly.

This person's alcohol tolerance was clearly not as good as the previous one. He had only drunk half of this bottle when his face was already red and he was struggling to drink. By the time he finally put down the bottle, he was already unable to speak and was unsteady on his feet.

Then, amidst the surrounding laughter, another one collapsed to the ground.

Zhang Yang won another two million.

"Like I said, if you're not satisfied, you can all come at me. I can take you all down by myself." Zhang Yang didn't care about his high profile at all.

Although his words at that moment contained an element of deliberately provoking emotions, he had genuinely drunk the wine, and those old Russians actually had the nerve to come up to him one by one.

Okay, now that we're up here, let's prepare to come in vertically and leave horizontally.

At this moment, given Zhang Yang's condescending and provocative words, there were naturally many Russians who wanted to come up and get revenge.

Well, at this point, there's no point in trying to get revenge. They've already lost all face. They're just resentful and want to see Zhang Yang make a fool of himself.

A short while later, another person boarded.

Zhang Yang didn't waste any time; he started chugging a bottle and downed two in no time.

A moment later, they took down another person. By then, they had looted six million gold coins from the Russian tonight.

He single-handedly defeated three people in succession.

At tonight's drinking party, Zhang Yang was undoubtedly the most dazzling guy.

"Is anyone else here?" Zhang Yang glanced down at the time.

It's 2 AM.

According to his plan for today, he intended to spend at least fifteen dollars at nightclubs, reaching a total of 30 million before stopping.

But right now, there are only three people; it's still a long way off.

Not far away, a few Russians exchanged glances, seemingly communicating with each other.

Undoubtedly, to single-handedly outdrink three of his compatriots is a feat that cannot be denied. But are we just going to sit idly by and watch him enjoy himself tonight with women on either side?

Even if they lose face, we can't let this guy have too much fun.

A short while later, several people came up one after another, as if lining up, seemingly determined not to let Zhang Yang have an easy time.

"Ivanov? How dare you come up here too?" Alina, who was next to Zhang Yang, suddenly stood up, her eyes fixed on a Russian in the crowd. "Have you no shame?"

That Russian guy was very young; he was actually a pretty handsome blond lad.

"You're shameless!" The young man named Ivanov's face flushed. "You just fawn over any handsome guy you see. There are so many of us, why do you have to pick someone with black hair and black eyes?"

They communicated in Russian.

A significant number of people around didn't understand, but Zhang Yang did.

"Is it your boyfriend? Or your ex-boyfriend?" Zhang Yang pulled Alina, who had stood up, into his arms and asked with a smile, "He seems jealous."

"He's not even worth a single hair on your head," Alina said with a smile, giving Zhang Yang a quick kiss on the cheek. "Actually, he's my ex-boyfriend whom I just broke up with last week."

"No wonder." Zhang Yang suddenly realized, and casually reached out and touched the Russian girl next to him right in front of Ivanov.

His actions were undoubtedly a provocation.

"You!" Ivanov rushed forward. "I'll drink with you... Alina, I'll make you regret this."

"Are you kidding me?" Alina looked completely bewildered. "Even if you get him drunk, I'll just help him to a hotel and spend the night with him. Why would I regret it? Do you think you're proud of that?"

"You!" Ivanov was so angry that he gulped down the whole bottle before Zhang Yang could even start eating.

Zhang Yang smiled but didn't say anything, and followed suit, downing a bottle as well.

"How can you drink so much?!" Ivanov looked at Zhang Yang, who showed no reaction, and picked up the second bottle with trembling hands.

Incidentally, his body suddenly swayed.

"Do you think I don't know your alcohol tolerance?" Alina couldn't help but chuckle. "After this bottle, you won't recover for a week. You want a second one?"

"Are you still drinking?" Zhang Yang asked with interest. "How about we drink at the same time?"

He laughed, picked up the bottle, looked at Ivanov's conflicted expression, and then tilted his head back to drink.

All eyes turned to Ivanov, and a chorus of boos erupted.

"Fine, I'll drink!" He gritted his teeth, tilted his head back, and started chugging the bottle.

Glug glug.

Zhang Yang finished the wine in the bottle, smiled, and put the bottle down.

The Russian in front of me was still holding up a bottle of liquor, the liquid inside swirling around, but he wouldn't drink it.

With a loud crash.

The bottle fell to the ground and shattered into pieces.

Ivanov collapsed as well, without uttering a sound, and then gave Zhang Yang another two million.

Zhang Yang was holding the young man's ex-girlfriend and holding the two million yuan the young man had mentioned. To be honest, he felt quite conflicted.

The bar has already made eight million.