When the others saw this scene, their hearts sank, and it seemed that Song Baojun had made up his mind to take revenge, and directly let Jiang Weibo, who couldn't get along with him, be an ashtray.

It's nothing when it's an ashtray, at most it's a few burns from a cigarette butt.

But what the would he do if he wanted to spit or pee? Would he let them be the spittoon and the toilet?

"Song Shao, in the past, I was a dog who looked down on people and did a lot of things to be sorry for you, is it okay to punish me with three glasses of wine here now and apologize?" Zheng Haofan understood better than these people that big people were not easy to deal with, so he stood up with a glass of wine and said stubbornly.

Even Liu Shao, who he needed to please, didn't dare to provoke Song Baojun, he thought of the things he had done to bully Song Baojun before, and he was about to go crazy at the moment, thinking only about how to repair the relationship with Song Baojun.

"Don't be in a hurry to drink first, although I have a little bit of achievement now, but my heart is still very small, I remember clearly what you bullied me at the beginning. Song Baojun pointed to his head.

His words made everyone's hearts suddenly cold, Zheng Haofan put down the wine glass, and it was not if he didn't put it down.

Seeing their appearance, Song Baojun also guessed their thoughts, and said with a sneer: "Actually, there are many things that I can't remember, but fortunately, you all reminded me again just now." ”

"Song Shao...... It was our fault at the beginning, can't we admit our mistake to you? For the sake of the love of the past three years of classmates, please ask Song Shao to raise his noble hand once. ”

"That's right, Song Shao, we already know that we are wrong, Song Shao, how do you say that we can apologize so that you can be satisfied, we will do it." ”

Two boys stood up and showed their attitude.

Others also chimed in, meaning nothing more than that as long as Song Baojun could forgive, let them do anything.

Hearing them say this, Song Baojun was suddenly a little moved, worthy of being a classmate in high school for three years, in order to get his forgiveness, he was willing to agree to himself on any conditions.

He was touched by this sincere friendship with his classmates, he looked at everyone a little embarrassed, and said in a deep voice: "Then let's do a good job of calculating yourself, how many times have you bullied me in the first place, and slapped yourself once, how about it? ”

"Slap in the face?" everyone immediately looked at each other, their faces extremely embarrassed.

Everyone is now an adult, and it has been a while since they entered the society, and face is still very important to them, otherwise they wouldn't have traveled all the way to attend the class reunion, isn't it just for their own face and vanity?

Now Song Baojun asked them to slap themselves, which is tantamount to throwing their face on the ground and trampling on them to death.

They didn't think about how they trampled on the dignity of Song Baojun in the first place.

"What, aren't you happy?" Song Baojun sneered, his eyes swept over everyone one by one, and finally landed on Zheng Haofan.

Among this group of people, Zheng Haofan is the most face-saving, he bullied Song Baojun the most at the beginning, and today Song Baojun decided to take him first.

Zheng Haofan felt Song Baojun's eyes, looked at Song Baojun with a pleading expression, and said bitterly: "Song Shao...... Can you apologize in another way? Everyone is an old classmate, and it's not good to look up and see you down, and it's not good to slap you. ”

He grew up in a privileged family and was pampered, almost always he bullied others, even if he was bullied so many times, it would not be so serious as a slap.

Song Baojun asked him to slap himself, which really touched his bottom line, and every time he bullied, he slapped him, and he had to draw at least forty or fifty.

So after thinking about it, he decided to muster up the courage and stand up and discuss it with Song Baojun.

"Yes. Song Baojun agreed with a cheerful smile.

Seeing Song Baojun laughing, everyone was also relieved, thinking that Zheng Haofan's emotional card was playing correctly, and they all looked at Zheng Haofan and motioned him to continue to discuss with Song Baojun.

Zheng Haofan was also much more relaxed, looked at Song Baojun and asked, "Then Song Shao, what other way do you think is more appropriate?" ”

"I'll take a look. Song Baojun nodded, his eyes swept aimlessly, and then landed on his shoes, exclaiming: "Oh, I forgot to shine my shoes when I went out today, and I accidentally stepped on on the road, why don't you help me lick the soles of my shoes?"

"......" everyone's relaxed faces turned dead gray again, licking shoes? That was more humiliating than a slap.

And this kid's shoes actually stepped on, this ...... Where is this licking shoes, this is clearly making them eat.

Zheng Haofan was also about to cry, licking his shoes? He would rather smoke his big ears than lick his shoes.

"What, don't you want to? Do you choose one of the two yourself, or do you want to punish three glasses of wine?" Song Baojun's face suddenly became gloomy, and he stared at everyone and said coldly.

His face changed suddenly, and everyone suddenly felt great pressure, and they all lowered their heads, not knowing what they were thinking.

Jiang Weibo, who was standing next to Song Baojun, gritted his teeth, and took the lead is a slap in his face, he offended Song Baojun very much, and knew that if he stood up and took the lead at this time, he could always eliminate some more hatred.

Song Baojun glanced at him lightly, then shook his head and said, "You really care for your face." ”

Jiang Weibo immediately understood what Song Baojun meant, and slapped it with his backhand, and the loud slap spread throughout the box, and everyone who listened to it had hot faces.

Everything is difficult at the beginning, with the beginning, the next slap Jiang Weibo doesn't feel so embarrassed, and the bow with both hands left and right is like a deep hatred with himself, and he slaps his face hard.

The other people next to him also gritted their teeth and began to pump their faces, and they didn't dare to release the water at all, lest Song Baojun and the others would let them smoke again.

The girls next to them were indifferent, all looking at this table with strange faces, and they didn't know what they were thinking.

Song Baojun is not a person who pities the fragrance and cherishes the jade, these girls have bullied him a lot, he walked directly to the girls' table and pointed at them, and said: "You also smoke, you have asked me a few times to trouble a few times, understand?"

"Song Shao, in fact, I ...... High school deliberately asked you to trouble you to attract your attention, and I ...... at that time" Wang Manman stood up with a shy face, and gently bit his lip and looked at Song Baojun, but the meaning was already obvious before he finished speaking.

Song Baojun directly put his hand on his neck and pretended to vomit, and then said coldly: "Lao Tzu doesn't care about you, if you don't like it, how about I let those men help with pumping?"

He didn't believe the nonsense of Wang Manman and these women, when they were in high school, they didn't bully a lot, forcing Song Baojun to help them run errands and clean up and so on, and if they didn't obey them, they asked boys to come over and help beat Song Baojun.

Seeing Song Baojun so insistent, Wang Manman's group of women began to slap themselves with red eyes one by one, their skin was white and tender, and their whole faces turned red after a few strokes.

For a while, the whole box was full of slapping sounds, and those who didn't know heard it outside, thinking that everyone inside was applauding.

After everyone finished smoking, Song Baojun walked to the door of the box leisurely, opened the door of the box and looked at the waiter standing outside the door and ordered: "Please help us send a few boxes of liquor here." ”

"Which kind of liquor do you want, sir?" the waiter immediately looked at Song Baojun and replied respectfully.

Song Baojun thought for a while, glanced at the Wuliangye on the table inside, and then asked, "What is the most expensive?"

"Is Moutai in '98?"

"Yes, send four boxes. ”

"Okay, wait a minute. The waiter immediately ran to get the drink brought over.

Song Baojun turned around and sat back, looked at everyone and smiled, and said: "Since everyone has slapped their faces, then the past will be written off. ”

Everyone had red and swollen cheeks, and they barely squeezed out a smile in response to Song Baojun, but in their hearts, they greeted Song Baojun's ancestors one by one for the eighteen generations.

Soon, the waiter delivered four boxes of Moutai, each with a total of twelve bottles.

Song Baojun directly asked the waiter to open all the Moutai, then looked at the bowl in front of everyone, and said, "Come, drink it with a bottle, we will still be old classmates after drinking this wine." ”

Looking at the Moutai liquor that was opened, everyone's faces suddenly turned pale, there are forty-eight bottles here, each bottle is 500 milliliters, plus a very high degree, they can be drunk enough to drink half a bottle.

If they have to drink it all, they must not get drunk to the mud? let alone drink it from a bottle, the way to drink fast wine is to death.

"Why, you don't want to recognize Song, an old classmate?" Song Baojun looked at everyone coldly, and asked with a cold snort.

Everyone could only swallow their saliva, and each came over to get a bottle of Moutai and walked back, only Feng Jialin looked at Song Baojun with a pleading look in his eyes when he came over, and whispered: "Commissioner Song, there is still a lot of work to be done tomorrow, you see ......"

Song Baojun glanced at her, then pointed to the door, signaling that she could go first.

Feng Jialin suddenly received amnesty, and hurriedly thanked her twice and quickly turned her voice away, her face was fine, because she was just very perfunctory when she was beaten, knowing that Song Baojun had no intention of bullying her.

Li Xiangyu saw that Feng Jialin had left in this way, she hurriedly walked over, looked at Song Baojun with a pitiful expression and said, "Song Shao, people have a lot of things to do tomorrow, why don't you drink today, and I will invite Song Shao to dinner tomorrow night?"

She looked like this, but Song Baojun was not interested in her at all, shook his head and said: "If you want to go, follow you, since you don't give me face, then don't blame me for not giving you face in the future." ”

Li Xiangyu didn't bully him a lot when he was studying before, and he didn't plan to spare this woman.

The corners of Li Xiangyu's mouth twitched suddenly, and he could only bite his lip and silently take a bottle of Moutai wine and turn back, not daring to disobey Song Baojun's words at all.