That is to say, Fang Buwei's body is different from ordinary people, and his five senses are extremely strong, and ordinary people can't taste it at all.

Even if the wine has been chilled, shouldn't it taste like this?

Fang Buwei raised his eyes to look at Wang Shihe, Wang Shihe had already drunk the wine, and Fang Buwei brightened the bottom of the glass.

Fang Bu spit the wine to his feet with a sip of "poof", and smacked his tongue again.

Seeing the prompt given by the system, Fang Bu's eyes were about to protrude.

Glycoprotein toxins.

In layman's terms, it's ricin.

Fang Buwei glanced at Wang Shihe in horror.

Seeing that Fang Buwei spit out the wine that had been drunk in his mouth again, Wang Shihe asked suspiciously: "Isn't it because you are not used to drinking?" This is the best Shaoxing flower carving, after entering the well ice, just take it to relieve dryness, and the end is refreshing......"

Do I have a lung for you?

Your life is almost gone, and you're still fucking chewing words here?

Fang Buwei pulled Wang Shihe like lightning and smashed Wang Shihe's lower abdomen with a punch.

Wang Shihe's stomach shrank, and he opened his mouth with a "uh", and a stream of wine spurted out.

The people at the adjacent table were watching Comrade Jianfeng and his wife worship in the church, and no one paid attention to what Fang Buwei and Wang Shihe were doing.

"You...... What are you doing......

Fang Bu was not for this punch, and Wang Shihe, who was beaten, almost didn't catch his breath.

"Alcohol is poisonous!" Fang Buwei gritted his teeth and said in Wang Shihe's ear, "Call all your people over...... You first find a way to induce vomiting by yourself, and then go to Lang Zhong and boil a pot of licorice water to pour it down......"

After finishing speaking, Fang Buwei smashed his lips again.

The toxins contained in that glass of wine were very low, and basically the other party's body did not pose any danger, so the system did not issue a warning.

But Fang Buwei didn't dare to compare Wang Shihe's physical condition with himself.

This thing is different from cyanide, the onset is slower, this will not be seen at all, Fang Buwei and dare not say that Wang Shihe will definitely be fine.

And there is no solution to ricin, so Fang is not a live horse doctor who can only use dead horses.

"How do you know there's poison in wine?" Wang Shihe asked in horror.

"I've eaten more poison than you've ever seen......"

Seeing that Wang Shihe was still in the mood to take care of this, Fang was not angry and wanted to scold his mother.

He really didn't mean to fool Wang Shihe.

After saving Yu Erjun and returning to Nanjing, Fang Buwei also sent the remaining cyanide and the string of chicken beads to the special training department, and studied it with the special training department.

After that, the vomiting medicine and amnesia water, Fang Buwei also adjusted the proportion with the help of the equipment of the special training department.

As soon as the special training department invents a new poison, Fang Buwei is the one he is most concerned about, and he will always go over to study and study.

Everyone in the special training department knows that Fang Buwei has a creepy habit: taste poison!

Ma Chunfeng was afraid that he would become the second Wang Shixiang, and scolded him twice.

He didn't have time to explain to Wang Shihe, and after lifting Wang Shihe up, Fang Buwei picked up the chopsticks again, and quickly took the cold dish and sent it to his mouth.

No matter how late Wang Shihe was, he also knew that Fang Buwei was tasting poison.

Regardless of whether what Fang Buwei said was true or not, Wang Shihe had to guard against it.

Fang Buwei's reputation resounded throughout Nanjing, not without some reason.

Wang Shihe squatted down, put two fingers into his throat, and buckled it twice.

When he was almost vomited, after standing up, Fang Buwei had already tasted the ten cold spells and water on the table.

"How?" Wang Shihe asked.

"There's no poison in the dish!" Fang is not a return.

Fortunately, the poison did not enter the dishes, otherwise the tables that had already moved the chopsticks would have survived.

Fang Buwei is ninety percent sure, this poison is still aimed at Comrade Jianfeng and Mrs. Mao.

If the poison is put into the dish, if the person who eats it first has an attack in advance, where will the people behind dare to eat it?

Throwing down the chopsticks, Fang Buwei glanced around the venue again.

The two guys who delivered the wine were still serving wine at the table, but the guests at the table were proud of their identities and didn't expect to start moving chopsticks like the neighbors at the next table, and the wine naturally didn't move.

The only one who drank alcohol in the venue may not be with Wang Shihe.

But if you don't stop it, there will be a third, a fourth, soon.

Fang Buwei looked at the stage again.

Comrade Jianfeng and his wife have finished worshipping the church and have just gotten up.

A woman dressed as a maid waited in the audience with a wine jug and four wine glasses.

Fang is not aware of this link.

This glass of wine was drunk by Mrs. Mao, the uncle with the highest rank in the Jiang family in Xikou, and Mr. and Mrs. Jianfeng, representing Licheng.

"The person who asked you to collect the wine, and the other two guys who sent the wine will be controlled first......" Fang Buwei patted Wang Shihe and explained in a low voice.

Who would have thought that such a thing could be born just by holding a make-up wedding for Comrade Jianfeng in his hometown?

When he came to Xikou this time, Fang Buwei didn't bring any of his subordinates, so Wang Shihe brought ten entourages, most of which were still used for errands.

There are too few people, and they are not very suitable, so Fang Buwei can only act carefully, and even dare not speak out.

Fortunately, it was controlled before the situation happened, and at most one Wang Shihe died.

Whether there is poison or not is not said by Fang, Wang Shihe can't verify it, and now he can only say that what Fang Buwei said is true.

He nodded vigorously and ran to find his men.

Fang Buwei scolded in his heart and walked to the stage.

He felt that he was a troublemaker, and wherever he went, trouble would happen.

At the same time, he also lamented the chairman's luck.

I won't talk about the previous things.

If I hadn't come this time, I don't know how many would have fallen in this game?

Is it strange too?

Why hadn't I heard of such a thing happening when Comrade Jianfeng held a make-up wedding in his previous life?

These thoughts flashed in Fang Buwei's mind, and Fang Buwei had already walked off the stage.

Sensing that someone behind her had touched herself, the maid subconsciously turned her head, and when she saw that it was Fang Buwei, she subconsciously blushed.

She is Mrs. Mao's personal maid, and she knows that Fang is not a big official from Nanjing, and she is also a good friend of the young master.

So young, so handsome?

Fang Buwei looked at the maidservant and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I left too quickly, I bumped into you......"

"It's fine!" The handmaid replied in a low voice.

It's fine!

But the flasks fell to the ground, and the didn't even notice it?

Following Fang Buwei's fingers, the maid panicked.

What can I do?

The ceremony has been finished on the stage, and I am waiting for myself to serve the wine.

Fang Buwei picked up the wine jug, took the tray from the maid's hand, and said with a smile: "Don't panic, just go to the back kitchen and get another pot, I'll explain to Brother Jianfeng......"

The maid nodded helplessly, and ran to the back kitchen in a panic.

The kitchen has been controlled by the people sent by Wang Shihe, and it is strange that the maid can get wine when she goes.

The ceremony has been completed, and the maid who sang the salute on the stage was looking for the maid who served the wine in a circle, but saw Fang Buwei coming to the front of the stage with a wine jug in one hand and a wine glass in the other.