This man turned out to be none other than a weasel.

Zheng Qian laughed in his heart, interesting, interesting.

At the beginning, he suspected that the person who Wei Yan invited to make twenty flavors of wine was not an ordinary person, but he didn't expect to see it today, but if it really came true, how could this weasel be regarded as a goblin who cultivated into an adult, and he could use spells to refine twenty flavors of the best wine, which was also normal.

The weasel also saw Zheng Qian, and his steps that had already opened his legs and walked in were also stagnant, and he almost stumbled and fell directly.

Wei Yan hurriedly ran over and asked flatteringly: "Mr. Huang, go slower, slow down, don't fall!"

He didn't say a word, can I get this project today, but it's all about the twenty flavors of the best wine that you have, if you break it, then I won't fall short?

Wu Wenlun on the other side said straight in his heart, it's a pity, why don't you fall? It's best to break a hand directly when you enter the door, in that case, you won't be able to mix wine.

"I, I'm fine!" the weasel glanced at Zheng Qian, and then said cautiously to Wei Yan.

Wei Yan's face was full of joy, "It's okay, it's okay, it's okay, please here!"

The weasel has arrived, and Na Luo is also impatient.

"Since both of them have invited bartenders, let's get started!" Mr. Luo said lightly, but when he spoke, he didn't even look at Zheng Qian, and it was clear that it just fell on the weasel, compared to the fifteen flavors, or the twenty flavors are more attractive.

Wu Wenlun's heart is like ashes, and he has no love on his face.

Zheng Qian walked to the bartender table quietly, he was still thinking about how he should deal with it if the person who came was another goblin, whether to mix out thirty flavors of wine or directly subdue it......

However, as soon as the weasel appeared, the entanglement in Zheng Qian's heart immediately disappeared, because he knew that this Tianxiang Club was lost.

Seeing Zheng Qian walk up to the bartending table, the weasel's legs and stomach were trembling, and he was able to use spells to concoct twenty flavors of wine, wouldn't the young man in front of him beat him like a dead dog? Moreover, he was here to oppose him, what if he didn't give him the antidote to the heart-wrenching pill? At that time, he would really be worse than dead.

The weasel asked Zheng Qian with his eyes three times and twice, but Zheng Qianli ignored it, which clearly means that you can do it yourself, if you are not satisfied, I will also make you dissatisfied!

The communication between one person and one weasel on the stage, the people below naturally failed to find out.

He pointed at Zheng Gan and said to Mr. Luo: "Mr. Luo, you see that the kid invited by Manager Wu is too unprofessional, right?

Wu Wenlun opened his mouth to refute, but he didn't know where to refute, this Mr. Luo had now completely fallen to Wei Yan's side, so he simply shut up, he just wanted to pass today's banquet early and go back early, so as not to lose face here, and even, he didn't even have the interest to take a look at Zheng Gan more.

Mr. Luo also raised his eyelids, and then turned his gaze to the weasel.

The pride in Wei Yan's heart, "Mr. Luo, look at Mr. Huang again, that professional technique and rigorous attitude, this is what we found after a lot of hard work!"

Mr. Luo was very satisfied, "Well, it seems that your Tianxiang Club really tried your best this time!"

Wu Wenlun's heart sank, these words were obviously said to him, didn't the meaning of the words mean that they Shuiyun Club did not do their best?

Wei Yan was triumphant, and his mouth teased Wu Wenlun's anger, "Ouch, Manager Wu, your face is so ugly, you don't even want to watch the performance of the bartender you invited yourself, are you sick? If you are sick, you should go to the doctor immediately, but don't hold on, otherwise this is not good!"

Wu Wenlun seemed to have 10,000 divine beasts roaring in his heart, but it was not good to have a seizure in front of Mr. Luo, so he had to endure it, "It's okay, it's an old problem, it'll be fine in a while!"

As he spoke, Zheng Qian had already taken the lead in completing the debugging of fifteen flavors of wine.

Soon, the weasel was done, but his face was not very good-looking.

"Serve them all!" Wei Yan commanded loudly, very proud, he knew that as long as Mr. Luo drank wine, the final project would definitely fall on their family.

Soon, two glasses of wine were served, Zheng Qian's was the same as the one in the Shuiyun Club, which seemed to be plain boiled water, while the weasel's cup was colorful and gorgeous.

"Please, Mr. Luo, let's try these twenty flavors first!" Wei Yan grinned and handed over the weasel's wine.

Mr. Luo nodded, picked up the cup, and didn't look at Zheng Qian's glass of wine.

At this moment, everyone's eyes converged on Mr. Luo's face, expecting the reaction of this wine tycoon who had drunk twenty flavors.

A second, two seconds, three seconds passed......

Mr. Luo is still tasting slowly.

The smile on Wei Yan's face became even stronger, he knew how long it would take to taste twenty flavors of wine, and he had tasted it for nearly a minute before he dared to believe it.

Wu Wenlun was in no mood to look at it, lowered his head, and kept sighing.

"Mr. Luo, how is it? These twenty flavors of ......" Wei Yan looked at Mr. Luo proudly, with a smile on his face, and opened his mouth to ask.

But at this moment, without waiting for him to finish his sentence, Mr. Luo suddenly squirted out the wine that had been drunk into his mouth, and Wei Yan's open mouth didn't have time to close, and he received most of it at once.

Mr. Naluo's face was extremely ugly, and he was still scolding while spitting: "Damn, what is it? Is this wine? This is obviously the swill for feeding pigs, oh no, there is also swill mixed with urine in it......"

Wei Yan was dumbfounded!

Wu Wenlun was also confused!

The people brought by the two sides next to him were also completely stunned!

What the fuck is going on?

"The surname is Wei, you ...... You Tianxiang Club deliberately fixed me, right? Use swill mixed with urine to make me drink? Do you want to see me make a fool of myself? Okay, okay, do a good job, since you guys are so awesome, then I will decide to hand over the project to Shuiyun Club today!" Mr. Luo supported the table with one hand, while spitting, he also used his fingers to buckle his tongue to induce vomiting, the taste just now, that sour, he will never forget in his life, as if he drank the sewage that precipitated in the deepest part of the sewer, the key is that he is still concentrating on savoring, the taste seems to have exploded, pervasive, and quickly occupied his taste buds.

"Vomit ......"

Mr. Luo almost vomited out the bile.

Wei Yan's mouth followed the wine that Mr. Luo squirted, he smashed his mouth twice, tasted it carefully, and suddenly his face changed greatly, and he also vomited on the side.

Only Wu Wenlun stood up with a confused face, and his mouth was still repeating what Mr. Luo had just said: This project belongs to Shuiyun Club, and this project belongs to Shuiyun Club......

The ups and downs of life come so fast, it's just too exciting!