Li Ge didn't know that his sourness was just the beginning.

Entering the private room, Feng Ziyang unceremoniously took the menu and ordered it all the way, and Li Ge's face turned pale.

"Well, okay, let's just click on these pages first, it's not enough. After closing the recipe, Feng Ziyang turned his head and gave Li Ge a 'you see how much I save for you'.

The waiter exited the private room with a strange face, and met the foreman on the way to the back kitchen, and handed over the menu he had just recorded.

"Sister Zhou, look at this. ”

The foreman reached for the menu and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, it's just the first time I met such a local tyrant in real life, and I felt a little emotional. The waitress with a green face smiled and replied.

The foreman didn't see anything wrong at first, and when he was about to ask, a flash of inspiration suddenly flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help but exclaim: "This ...... Isn't that the first eight pages of the recipe?"

"That's right. The waitress silently glanced down at the recipe tucked under her arm, which contained twelve pages.

The foreman is worthy of being the foreman, and the person who has seen the world quickly calmed down, returned the menu to the waitress, and then said "send it over quickly" and turned to leave.

What the waitress didn't notice was that the expression on the foreman's face became extremely wonderful after turning around, and the direction she was heading was exactly the private room where Feng Ziyang was.

In the private room, Li Ge took on the job of serving tea, pouring water and handing cigarettes like a little brother, not asking Feng Ziyang to raise his noble hand to spare them, but only to be able to get rid of it lightly.

Of course, his wish was destined to fail.

Feng Ziyang leaned back in his chair, holding a cigarette in his mouth, and listened calmly to Li Ge boasting about himself there without nutrition.

Li Ge regarded Feng Ziyang as a martial artist, forgive this guy for not being knowledgeable, it is true that the inheritance of immortal cultivators on the earth has long disappeared, and ordinary people have never heard of it at all.

It's a pity that he doesn't know much about the martial arts circle himself, at most he just knows some skins.

It's okay to bluff a little girl who hasn't seen anything in the world, but it's a joke in the eyes of insiders.

"Brother Feng, I bet you are definitely the youngest master of Ming Jin ever! Now those Shaolin Wudang Emei Shushan and other sects are outdated, and the real masters are actually in the folk ......"

Feng Ziyang wanted to laugh when he heard it, this guy actually reversed the stage of the martial artist, saying that it was the order of turning strength, dark energy, and bright energy.

If a real martial artist hears him describe himself as a 'Ming Jin master', it is estimated that he will directly twitch his mouth without saying a word - who are you looking down on?

Soon Li Ge ran out of words, he searched his intestines and scraped his stomach, but he couldn't find a fresher word to praise Feng Ziyang, and sat there scratching his ears and cheeks with a sad face.

Feng Ziyang glanced at him and indifferently ordered, "Send someone to urge the drink." ”

When Li Ge heard this, he hurriedly pointed to the iron bull closest to the door, "Why don't you go quickly?"

Iron Bull looks like his name, with a dark complexion and strong muscles, originally an arrogant and wild character, but now he is as honest as a quail.

There's no way, whoever is almost punched in the heart will be scared.

After a short while, Iron Bull returned to the private room, followed by two waiters carrying boxes.

The box contains a full twelve bottles of high-grade liquor produced in Jiangnan Province, and generally speaking, there can be two or three bottles of a meal, even if the person who eats can drink it.

Now the waiter has directly served twelve bottles, I'm afraid that I won't drink a few to death......

Li Ge's face was a little pale, but he didn't dare to speak, because he was more afraid of Feng Ziyang's fist than drinking.

"Real men, you don't need to drink alcohol, right?" Feng Ziyang motioned to the waiter to open the box, then turned his head to look at Li Ge and asked with a smile.

Li Ge really wanted to call 110 to call the police now, but he knew very well that as long as he dared to touch his mobile phone, the evil star sitting next to him would definitely not make him feel better.

As a rich second generation, he has never suffered much since he was a child, so naturally don't expect him to have any firm will and tenacious spirit.

In the face of people who are stronger than themselves, they choose to follow their hearts, which is very in line with others' design.

When the nine pot-bellied draft beer cups were filled with a transparent liquid that exuded a rich aroma, Feng Ziyang took the cup in front of him and said with a smile: "Meeting is fate, come, it!"

"Dry ...... Cheers......"

Li Ge and the others wanted to cry without tears, picked up a whole bottle of liquor and a surplus draft beer glass, gritted their teeth and closed their eyes, and poured it into their mouths.

When drinking baijiu, the most basic thing is to hold your breath.

If you hold your breath and don't smell the alcohol, you can weaken the nerve stimulation of alcohol as much as possible in a short period of time.

This way, you will be able to drink more in one sitting.

However, no matter how much you hold your breath, it is not easy to drink a pound of liquor in one go.

Although Li Ge started drinking at a very young age, and he was usually a little addicted to alcohol, he knew at this moment how torturous drinking was.

barely poured down more than half a catty of wine, and he couldn't help his throat anymore, and turned sideways and spit out a 'wow'.

It didn't matter if he had turned on a switch, and even the seven little brothers with him turned around and vomited.

Only Feng Ziyang sat on the chair and looked at them without changing his color, the glass of wine in his hand was already trickling down.

After Yun Zhenyuan closed his sense of smell, he said slowly: "It seems that you don't give me face, you vomit like this before you drink much wine, are you embarrassed to come out and mix the rivers and lakes like this?"

After saying that, Li Ge and the others wanted to hit the wall.

The people who come out to mix the rivers and lakes are also people, which psychopath would drink like this?

Finally stopped vomiting, Li Ge said with tears in his eyes: "Brother Feng, what do you want to do to us, let's just say it, please stop torturing us, okay?"

"Torture?" Feng Ziyang's face turned cold, "Is drinking a drink considered torture, I'm really sorry, I'm afraid you're going to be disappointed." Since you think I'm torturing you, I'll just torture you!"

As soon as he heard this, Li Ge's face was so white that it couldn't be whiter anymore.

"Don't, don't, Brother Feng!" He knelt down directly regardless of the filth on the ground, hugged Feng Ziyang's thigh and cried: "Brother Feng, no, Uncle Feng, Master Feng! Are you not our own grandfather? Please raise your noble hand and let us go, as long as you let us go, we will follow you in the future......"

Feng Ziyang shook him away mercilessly, "Mess with me, you are not qualified enough." ”

"Yes, yes, we are not qualified, but Feng Ye, you also said just now, meeting is fate, please give us a chance!"

I have to say that Li Ge is still a little witty, and in the face of Feng Ziyang's refusal, he actually came up with a reason.

Feng Ziyang also secretly admired this guy's wit, his refusal just now was actually a game of wanting to catch and indulge, even if Li Ge couldn't find a reason, he would change his words.

"Okay, since you are so sincere, then I will reluctantly accept you, get up, and have a good drink tonight......"

Before he could finish his sentence, the other seven people also fell to their knees.

If you still drink it, you'll die!