It is said that drinking should be rational, but people are intellectual, especially for face, foreigners may not pay much attention, but Chinese people are different, since ancient times, it is the root nature that has been handed down. www.biquge.info This is the most direct idea of the Chinese people, especially in the face of this kind of banquet occasion, foreigners' demonstrations, if they retreat like this, they will not only refute the other side, but also end up in a situation where they are despised.

So although He Yun doesn't have full confidence in his heart, he is also a big man with a strong and arrogant backbone after all, even if he can't fight Blas, he can't let this golden retriever underestimate him.

"Come, fill up." He Yun stood up and ordered the waiter standing next to him to pour the wine again.

The waitress liked to see this kind of scene the most, because once she had to drink more, she would have to consume more drinks, which meant she could get more of the commission. It's just that, after all, she is also a person with a lot of experience, and she instantly saw the flame that rubbed between He Yun and Blas during the banquet, and even vaguely felt a trace of a depressed atmosphere rising.

Zhang Meimei has experienced countless such entertainments, and she knows very clearly that in terms of the amount of alcohol, He Yun is definitely not Blas's opponent, and even she can be clear about Blas's intentions. She wanted to look at He Yun from the side, so as to remind her to be soft, take a step back and open the sky, there is no need to take the issue of face too seriously, and then the five of them will be obscure and obscure, and get Blas drunk a little bit, neither losing the general idea, nor refutating the interest of the two foreign guests, the best of both worlds, isn't it better?

If it were in the past, He Yun would have understood her thoughts and calculations after seeing Zhang Meimei's gaze, but once the wine is drunk, and it reaches a certain amount, people often lose their minds, and the words of others are absolutely unhearable, otherwise where is there so much news of drunks making trouble?

Moreover, wine is bold and intimidating, and the truth is straightforward and profound, and there is no need to explain more. I think that if Wu Song hadn't drunk enough wine and passed Jingyanggang, then it would be really hard to say who would have beaten whom. He Yun is the same, even if he is a coward, at this moment, he is opening with the courage of wine, where can he care about Zhang Meimei's eyes, holding a wine glass, and said to Blas, who was standing on the opposite side with a smile, "I'm dry, you are free." ”

This sentence, like this occasion, is said in such a situation, which is a very modest irony, which is also the subtlety of the Chinese language. Blas is a person who understands, and when he saw He Yun throwing the provocative words he had just said to himself again, it also meant that the other party was giving him a bad blow.

Blas was not in a hurry, first picked up a spoon and drank a few sips of fish soup, then sandwiched a few chopsticks of vegetables, added some base material to the stomach bag, held a whole glass of white wine, and said, "To use a saying in your country, I sacrifice my life to accompany the gentleman." Please! ”

He Yun smiled lightly, poured his neck, turned the bottom of the goblet to the sky, he raised his left hand and said to Blas, "Please!" ”

Blas raised his eyebrows, seeing He Yun's face was red, and the few laps he had walked down before and two toasts gradually revealed the situation of the wine, although his voice was still powerful, but he knew from his years of experience that this young assistant wearing a white eye patch, as long as he had half a glass at most, it would definitely be the result of drunkenness, and at this moment, I am afraid that he is also dying.

Taking a sip of the liquor, Blas looked at Zhang Meimei, who was a little displeased, and said with a smile, "I didn't expect Mr. Zhang's assistants to be so massive, I admire him very much." ”

Although she was not satisfied with He Yun's idea, Zhang Meimei still replied with a very restrained smile, "Thank you, Mr. Blas, for the compliment." Come, let's continue to eat, don't just drink. ”

The dishes were still being presented one after another, and the seven of them ate again for a while, but Lake, who seemed to be silent, suddenly spoke, and he shouted to the waiter, "Miss Trouble, pour me another glass, and I want to respect these people again, the good friends I have known when I first came to this country." ”

When he spoke like this, Zhang Meimei and the two shareholders couldn't intervene to persuade him, because the words had already been said to death, and if he shirked it, it would be to refute his interest, so they could only accept it with a dry smile.

After walking around like this, except for Blas, the other six people present were all too drunk, their hearts were beating faster, their blood was expanding, and even their consciousness began to become a little drowsy, and their drunkenness was gradually revealed.

Lake was already slumped in his chair at this time, his eyes were drunk, and he looked like he was about to get drunk, but Blas on the side was not worried at all but looked around the other five people at the table with interest. Because he and Lake are close friends, he knows that the more Lake reveals this situation, the more powerful he becomes, not to hold on, but to be a bit like an unyielding warrior, the more he fights, the more courageous he becomes. Although he drinks a lot, he is reluctant to drink with people like Lake, because whenever he feels that the other party is about to get drunk, he will keep persuading him to drink, and in the end, before he knows it, he is gradually exhausted.

At this time, Blas set his eyes on He Yun, he had calculated that there was still a difference of half a cup, thinking that the other party would definitely fall to the ground, but he was still strong, and he couldn't help but want to explore He Yun's strength again, so he asked the waiter to pour half a cup again.

Zhang Meimei and the others, except for Lake, were all flustered when they saw Blas pouring wine again, because they were all very aware of their own measurements, and they were all about to reach perfection, if they had another glass, it would be said today and tomorrow.

"Come, Mr. Assistant, I'll toast you again." Blas stood up and pointed the finger at He Yun, who was already a little stunned.

He Yun was buzzing in his ears at the moment, and he heard Blas's words in a trance, seeing that the other party was so fierce, he had already let go of a sudden fire in his heart, stood up and said to the waiter, "Pour it for me." ”

The waiter knew that He Yun was already at the end of the crossbow, but because of her identity, she was not easy to interject, so she filled He Yun with a wine bottle.

"Please." After that, He Yun did it in one bite.

Blas was stunned, he originally thought that the other party would only have a small half cup, or the same half cup as himself, but he didn't expect the other party to be so violent, and at the same time, he began to frown in his heart. Because he knew that he was almost in place, he would have a half cup, and at this moment, facing the eyes of the others around him at the table, he sneered, "Mr. assistant is really good, waiter, fill it for me too." ”

As soon as he sat down, he suddenly felt a wave of nausea in his abdomen, and his intestines gradually began to shrink a little, he knew that it was not good, and he was estimated to vomit.

With his willpower, He Yun reluctantly lifted his spirits, forcibly suppressed this instinctive desire, and then said to a few people at the table, "I'll go to the bathroom and lose my company first." ”

Everyone saw that He Yun's face was flushed, but as usual, there was nothing abnormal, and they watched him open the door and walk out.

No one knows his own situation better than himself, He Yun's face twitched, he couldn't help it, and quickly came to the door of the bathroom along the aisle, and released it at the sink.

The food eaten has not yet been digested, mixed with white wine, and there is a strong smell of alcohol.

Under this outpouring of brains, He Yun suddenly felt a sense of relief in his abdomen, and his sanity gradually became better. He pulled out a cigarette, turned and leaned against the edge of the countertop in front of the sink, lit it and took a deep breath.

To be honest, this taste is really uncomfortable, and he feels that it is a blessing to be able to vomit, otherwise if he doesn't vomit, he may faint and fall to the ground. In this case, there are many cases of people dying due to excessive alcohol.

After taking a few puffs, He Yun turned around again to clean up the sink, and after feeling that there was no problem, he was ruthless in his heart, and decided to go back and fight Blas again, and at this moment he was confident that he would be able to dry it down.

He went back down the aisle, but the door to a private room beside him suddenly opened, and a young man stepped out of it. He Yun leaned a little closer, almost instinctively, and he reached out with a claw, directly grabbing the young man with his backhand and pressing him to the ground.

"Who are you! Crazy? The young man who was pressed to the ground shouted angrily at the pain, the sudden change in the situation.

Only then did He Yun realize the gaffe, and said secretly: The brain is still a little uncontrollable, but it is controlled by the body's instinct.

After letting go of this person, He Yun hurriedly apologized, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." ”

"Excuse me? Is there anyone who is suddenly pushed to the ground and doesn't get angry? It's fucking up! ”