"Uncle Qin? Do you still drink it?"

Yang Huan asked with a smile.

In front of him, Qin Changjiang was already bumping and could not stand steadily. If someone hadn't supported him, he would have fallen to the ground.

"Drink, of course," he shouted, squirting.

"I don't believe it, I can't drink you."

But the hand that reached out to receive the liquor was trembling and couldn't even hold it.

"Come on, please help me Uncle Qin." Yang Huan pointed to a waiter and said with a smile.

The waiter immediately delivered the beer glass to Qin Changjiang.

Yang Huan smiled and raised the wine glass in her hand, leaned over, and clanged, "Uncle Qin, I'm ahead."

After saying that, he raised his head and poured it down, and then he drank another glass of white wine.

Everyone around was stunned.

If Yang Huan is not fat or thin, just right, but how can this wine be so drinkable?

I had drunk so much with Mr. Zhuang just now, and I drank with the people who came to toast. Now I drank with Qin Changjiang and his son, one to two, but Qin Changjiang was already unable to stand firm.

Where is Qin Yongming?

This guy was already being carried back to his seat and was unconscious

"I've finished drinking, Uncle Qin, it's your turn"

Qin Changjiang nodded, his eyes almost narrowed. When he pulled his hand, the wine glass in the waiter's hand reached his mouth and opened his mouth and sucked it.

Before he could drink this glass of white wine, he felt soft and slumped on the ground with a slight sound.

"Well, why bother?"

"Yes, Yang Huan can really drink it. The Qin father and son have made a big deal this time."

"Who said no? Fortunately, they wanted to take advantage of others' danger just now, but now they are making a fool of themselves."

"This Yang Huan is really amazing, he is a number one"

Yang Huan ignored the discussions of the onlookers, looked over and looked at the unconscious Qin Changjiang.

"Uncle Qin, are you okay?"

No answer

"Do you still come? If you don't come, I'll leave?"

Damn, I'm unconscious, how can I answer?

Yang Huan immediately clapped his hands hard, laughed and walked back.

Damn, if I hadn't been drunk for a thousand cups, I would have been poured into you two fathers and sons.

Speaking of which, it is really useful to not get drunk without a thousand cups.

At least, I am invincible when fighting for wine

As soon as Yang Huan sat back to his position, Zhuang Ziqing took a cup of hot stewing jar from the side.

When I opened it, I saw that it was filled with bird's nest and tremella, which was quite fragrant.

"Come on, drink some, and relieve the wine." Zhuang Ziqing was so gentle that she was just starting out.

Yang Huan laughed, picked up the spoon and drank it.

"You kid has drunk enough, keep it a little more." Yang Wenfeng didn't know yet, this kid has become a god of wine.

The more Mr. Zhuang looked at him, the more he felt that Yang Huan was pleased. He glanced at Yang Wenfeng and was dissatisfied.

"What should I control? It's a skill to drink, just don't misunderstand the seriousness."

As he said that, he looked back at Yang Huan, "Ah Huan, you have to come back more and have a drink with me."

"Yeah, OK, old man"

"Hmm?" Mr. Zhuang was dissatisfied when he heard this.

Yang Huan was a little strange. When he saw Zhuang Ziqing blushing and secretly turning his eyes, he immediately understood.

"I know, I'm wrong, Grandpa Zhuang"

"Yes." The old man let him go, "Remember to come back more"

Everyone on the whole table couldn't help but find it funny when they saw the old man looking a bit like a naughty boy.

In fact, this person is old to a certain age and is just like a child.

Qin Changjiang and his son were drunk on the spot, and Zhuang Mingyang had to get up and clean up the mess.

He arranged manpower and sent the Qin family and his son home.

At this time, the birthday party was basically coming to an end.

In the end, Yang Huan was pulled by Zhuang Ziqing and accompanied Zhuang Mingyang and Zhuang Zicheng to the gate to see off guests.

"Young Master Huan, good looks. If you have the chance, we will definitely get together again."

"Yes, Master Huan, a lot of it"

"Lao Zhuang, your baby son-in-law is extraordinary."

"Who said no, Lao Zhuang's son-in-law is definitely not an ordinary person?"

Yang Huan stood between Zhuang Ziqing and Zhuang Zicheng. He nodded and said yes whenever anyone came.

The pitiful appearance made Zhuang Ziqing and Zhuang Zicheng feel funny.

After finally delivering the guests, the family walked back to the banquet hall.

At this time, Mr. Zhuang and Yang Wenfeng were no longer inside.

The waiter said they went to the back to have tea.

"Ziqing, you can talk to your mother and your brother. I have something to say to Yang Huan."

Zhuang Ziqing didn't know what her father was going to say to Yang Huan, so she had some doubts, but she nodded and agreed.

Yang Huan followed Zhuang Mingyang to the back and found a tea room here with someone guarding him outside.

The two walked into the tea room with the guards saluted.

"Yang Huan, are you drunk?" Mr. Zhuang asked with a smile.

"It was a bit numb just now, but now it's much better." Yang Huan sat down honestly and unceremoniously.

They are all family, but they are polite and seem to be out of the ordinary.

"After all, I'm a young man, recovering quickly," Mr. Zhuang praised with a smile.

Yang Wenfeng didn't expect, "When will you become a god of wine? You really won't get drunk after a thousand cups?"

"It seems that I've never been drunk."

Exceptions are made when pretending to be drunk and taking advantage of the robbery.

When the three elders looked at him, they burst into laughter.

You guys just keep pretending, see how long you can pretend and when will you get drunk

After a round of jokes, I drank a few more cups of tea and started to get to the point.

"Actually, Yang Huan, we have always paid attention to your every move." Zhuang Mingyang said.

Yang Huan nodded, this is normal, there are too many people who pay attention to him.

"I don't believe that you are doing things in the UK, or are unintentionally planting willows. You must have some of your own ideas and plans. Of course, you are still young, only twenty-one years old, and many ideas are different from us, which is normal."

Mr. Zhuang and Yang Wenfeng nodded.

If a young man in his twenty years old has the same thoughts as an old man in his fifties or even eighty years old, that would be terrible

"Maybe, you didn't notice it yourself, but in fact, you've done a pretty good job."

Speaking of this, Zhuang Mingyang smiled, "I have received the news that the Queen of England will award you a medal in the New Year, and it is likely that the highest level of the rank commander's medal that foreigners can receive."

"Give me a medal?" Yang Huan was a little surprised.

How is this possible?

"Mingyang, you can't hear it wrong? He was only twenty-one years old and had only been to England for a year. The Queen of England awarded him a medal? And it was also a badge of commander?"

The number of imperial medals in Britain is limited by people. The highest-ranking Grand Cross Medal is limited to 100 people, the number of the rank commander medal is 845, and the subsequent commander medal is 8,960, with limited places.

Even the super rich man Li Chaoren from Hong Kong only received the commander's medal.

In mainland China, no one has ever received this honor.

Of course, this is an honor of the British royal family, and no one deliberately pursues it.

"It's not wrong, but I've been puzzled by the specific reasons."
To be continued...