Chapter 194: The storm is rising

When the first bottle was in the first bottle, Jiang Polang turned open the bottle cap with a bold spirit, and drank a clean drink. He also glanced at Zhao Heng who had carefully drank three cups. When the second bottle was in the second bottle, he still smiled confidently, but he spent ten more minutes to kill it and threw Zhao Heng out a few streets.

When he opened the third bottle, Jiang Polang's smile restrained two points. The two bottles of Moutai were finally a little powerful after all. He never dared to learn from the heroism of the Russians. He began to sip in leisurely, and even glanced at Zhao Heng, who had barely finished drinking a bottle of solemn face, and seemed to be sure to win.

When drinking the fourth bottle of Maotai, Jiang Polang began to rub his stomach. The volume of the wine was not a problem. The problem was that the accumulation of 53 degrees and the abdomen began to feel a little hot. If it was used to be able to deal with it for a long time, it was a big challenge to settle the belly for two hours.

Seeing Zhao Heng drinking the second bottle of Moutai with difficulty, Jiang Polang regretted why he set five bottles. Judging from Zhao Heng's drinking situation and speed, it was a miracle to be able to drink three bottles in two hours, but now he has no way out, so he can only continue to drink the wine in the bottle.

When he opened the fifth bottle, sweat oozed out of Jiang Polang's forehead. His hand holding the bottle was no longer calm and even a little repulsive. However, he finally calmed down and took a sip to start challenging. He also found that Zhao Heng frowned at the third bottle.

"Mr. Jiang, can't you drink it?"

Before Jiang Polang could say something, Zhao Heng slowly twisted open the bottle cap and looked at the other party and smiled faintly: "Don't force it if you can't drink it. It seems that your injury has not been completely cured. Filling strong alcohol like this can easily cause stomach bleeding, and it may damage your nerves."

"Don't worry, I'm very well."

Jiang Polang suddenly poured a large mouthful of wine, but the wine quickly rushed backwards and almost vomited out his throat. Fortunately, he suppressed it in time and did not make a fool of himself. Then he calmed down his feet in the eyes of Nan chanting Buddha: "Your Madam Heng, you have to be careful, look at how painful you drink, be careful of alcohol poisoning."

"Also, there's only half an hour left now."

He also stretched out his slender fingers and lit the bottle on the table and smiled, "One, two, three, you only drank two bottles in an hour and a half. If you don't drink the fifth bottle within half an hour, even if I don't drink the sixth bottle, you will lose a lot."

Seeing Zhao Heng's expression as ugly as a dark cloud, Jiang Polang became happy: "I slapped two times in the face, and experienced in the seven-day prison. Don't cry and tell the parents. You know, you just warned me at the door that children should never move their parents when they fight, which is embarrassing."

"Don't worry, I'll finish drinking."

Zhao Heng showed a slight firmness that was squeezed out, and his eyes responded fiercely to Jiang Polang. Qiao Yuncai reached out to hold Zhao Heng, and his voice was filled with care: "Brother, don't fight him anymore. You have never been able to drink much. Two bottles are your limit. If you drink it again, something will happen."

Zhao Hengyi held his hand: "Don't worry, I can hold on,,"

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Polang laughed without comment, and then began to drink the fifth bottle without any pressure. At this time, he had made up his mind and stopped drinking the fifth bottle after drinking the fifth bottle. Although he could not defeat Zhao Heng in full, the five bottles were enough to step on him on the ground.

He never believed that Zhao Heng could drink more than him, especially when he drank four bottles in the remaining half hour. Even the state banquet attendant did not have such amazing amount of alcohol. One more important reason was that he did not dare to let go, that was, his head began to hurt again, and he did not want to hurt himself.

"Bang!"

Jiang Polang put the fifth Moutai bottle on the table, emptying and said that he had solved another bottle, and his smile was strong. Then he rubbed his chest desperately against the tip of his tongue to prevent him from spitting it out. It took him three minutes to stop the surging wine. At this moment, he couldn't drink half a glass of water.

"Young Master, there are fifteen minutes left."

Jiang Polang swept over the clock on the wall, and a thoughtful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "I won't drink the sixth bottle of wine. If you can finish the remaining three bottles in these fifteen minutes, even if Jiang Polang loses this challenge, I will slap myself twice and be in prison tonight."

"Mr. Jiang, you should reflect on yourself in prison."

After Jiang Polang's face turned red and said what Zhao Heng wanted to hear, he added to Qiao Yuncai's strange smile: "And you must remember that you only drink water and not eat vegetables. I will ask someone to arrange a surveillance camera in prison, and let someone see if you abide by the rules there."

At this time, the other two old men who were full of wine and food knew that they were challenging each other, and they all came to see the two juniors in different shapes. They had no fighting spirit when they were old and could not fight fiercely like the past. However, seeing that the two juniors were so fierce, they had a little more interest in each other's eyes.

"You young people like to play."

Zhao Dingtian also shook his wheelchair and Jiang Zhonghua and the others came over. The former glared at Zhao Heng and shouted: "It's just fun and drink to bet on drinking. Isn't this taking advantage of his own body? It's going to be exhausted and he even made a bet on going to prison to drink and not eat. It's too much!"

Zhao Dingtian looked at Zhao Heng with a grudge and said with a majestic look on his face: "Don't play anymore, stop this bet. Drinking so much wine will hurt your body. If you are young and competitive, you can play other activities, such as playing badminton, table tennis, etc."

"Xiao Zhao, don't interfere with young people."

The wrinkles on Jiang Zhonghua's face bloomed, and he patted Zhao Dingtian's arm and smiled: "Didn't we just say it? In the face of irreparable losses, the old man will be less worried about his descendants in the future. Children and grandchildren will have their own blessings. Can you care about him for the rest of your life if you care about him like this?"

He smiled leisurely: "And this bet has come to an end, and winning or losing is just half a cup of tea. If you make the bet invalid at this time, it is not only a denial of the efforts before Polang, but also a shadow in Zhao Heng's heart, because it is no different from losing at this time."

"Let them play, seven days of prison is nothing."

Premier Hua also laughed loudly, nodded and said in agreement: "What Mr. Jiang said is absolutely right. We don't understand the world of young people. Too much interference will only make them disgusted or even fight more fiercely in private. It is better to play openly and harmlessly now."

Speaking of this, Premier Hua also added: "But there is a bet to be changed. Slapping two slaps in the face does not conform to the principle of harmony, which will invisibly aggravate the resentment between the two sides. It is better to directly turn it into a prison punishment that only drinks but does not eat for ten days. Mr. Jiang, Lao Zhao, what do you think?"

Jiang Zhonghua nodded: "Okay!"

While nodding, Zhao Dingtian hesitated and shook his head: "I think it's better to let them cancel the bet. Mr. Jiang, you invite our grandfather and grandson to dinner tonight. We should remember our kindness in our hearts, but in the end, Jiang Polang sent him to prison. This is really bad."

Jiang Zhonghua and the others were slightly stunned, and then they completely realized that Zhao Dingtian was not worried that Zhao Heng would lose the game, but was afraid that Zhao Heng would win the bet and it would be difficult for Jiang Polang to step down. Looking at the last ten minutes and two and a half bottles of Moutai, Jiang Zhonghua could not see that Zhao Heng could win.

"I'm willing to accept the loss!"

Jiang Zhonghua made a decision with a big hand: "Bolang lost, he will be imprisoned!"

"Guru! Guru!"

Just when Zhao Dingtian looked helpless and Jiang Polang and the others refused to comment, Zhao Heng suddenly felt like a awakened lion, and finished drinking half a bottle of wine in his hand without any difficulty or struggle on his face. Then he saw him pick up the fifth bottle of Moutai and drink it in big mouthfuls to his mouth.

The fifth bottle of Moutai was reduced by half within two minutes. Jiang Polang and Dong Taibai were all shocked. They thought that Zhao Heng was drinking it desperately just now, and it would spit it out in less than half a minute, but they did not expect that Zhao Heng not only did not vomit, but instead finished drinking the fifth bottle with great enthusiasm.

"Mr. Jiang, it's a draw."

The alcohol tolerance is amazing! Jiang Polang looked at Zhao Heng's fifth bottle, and four words appeared in his mind. Then he instantly realized that Zhao Heng was pretending to be a pig and eating tiger from beginning to end, with the purpose of making him underestimate the enemy and burning himself, but he still thought that Zhao Heng was incompetent, which was a big mistake.

Jiang Polang quickly picked up the sixth bottle and twisted the lid, but saw Zhao Heng pointing at the clock on the wall. There was only three and a half minutes left before the agreed time. Zhao Heng picked up the bottle and smiled faintly: "Mr. Jiang, you are too late." The next second, he opened his mouth and drank the sixth bottle of Moutai.

The wine flowed down from the bottle, shining with a clear and mellow fragrance. It disappeared from the bottle at an extremely fast speed and turned into something in Zhao Heng's belly. However, Jiang Polang held the bottle and drank it in only two sips. He couldn't drink it. Sweat instantly penetrated his forehead, and the loser counterattacked just like this.

"Mr. Jiang, please implement the promise."

In the last ten seconds, Zhao Heng threw the empty wine bottle on the table, shrugged and smiled at Jiang Polang. The latter's face was so ugly that it was so ugly. Only now did he realize that Zhao Heng was not only pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger, but also deliberately showing weakness to waste time to prevent himself from drinking the sixth bottle and fighting to a draw.

Zhao Dingtian rubbed his hands, feeling helpless: "Old Jiang, I said I shouldn't play anymore."

Jiang Zhonghua's wrinkles were already stiff, and he said coldly: "Ba Lang, go to prison, go tonight." When he said this, Zhao Heng suddenly shook his body and fell on the table with a thump. Qiao Yuncai hurriedly reached out to pull him, and then smiled bitterly after checking:

"Drunk!"
Chapter completed!