At four in the morning, the bar was still in an uproar.
Empty bottles piled across the entire table.
Zhang Yang's eyes were clear, making it impossible to tell that he had just drunk more than a dozen Russians under the table.
"Bro, you're freaking amazing. Add me on WeChat?"
"Bro, save me a spot on your friends list?"
One young person after another crowded around him, their eyes full of admiration. It was obvious that Zhang Yang had gained a huge wave of fans tonight.
Who else were they supposed to admire if not him?
He had single-handedly drunk more than a dozen Russians under the table in one night. It was practically a miracle. Wasn't he far more worthy of admiration than those influencer celebrities?
Besides, this guy was so handsome. His looks and charm were absolutely off the charts.
Zhang Yang smiled and displayed his QR code, letting everyone scan it as they pleased.
At first, drinking one by one had been too inefficient, so later on, he had simply suggested that anyone who wanted to drink with him could come at him together.
One against many, chugging away.
Round after round passed, and eventually, not a single one of them could remain standing.
Only he still stood firm.
Of course, the rewards had been exceptionally abundant as well.
That night at the club alone had earned him a total cashback of thirty million. Adding the thirty-two million that had dropped from those guys at the dinner banquet, he had gained sixty-two million tonight. It had truly been a bountiful haul.
It was time to head back.
"Aren't you taking me with you?" Alina took the initiative to hook her arm through Zhang Yang's.
"Another day. Leave me your contact information?" Zhang Yang smiled and pointed at