Chapter Thirty-Seven: Red Envelopes for Fighting Wine!
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Xiao Lei and Yang Yanrong drank heartily and burst into laughter from time to time. As the saying goes, "a thousand cups of wine is too little when you meet a close friend, and half a sentence is enough to talk without speculation." The two of them have the same temperament, and they are very indifferent to those red tapes.
People who don't stick to trivial matters. One is a drunkard who is always accompanied by wine and cannot live without alcohol for a day; the other is a drunkard who is accustomed to strong liquor and drinks like water.
Xiao Lei put down his wine glass, looked at this young man who was nearly ten years younger than him with admiration, and said with a smile: "I, Xiao Lei, have been traveling in the world for ten years, and I have never met a straightforward man like my little brother. I didn't expect you, my little brother."
You have such a great capacity for drinking. Come on, this wine glass is too small and it’s not pleasant to drink. How about we change it to a larger one?”
Drinking? Yang Yanrong has never been afraid of anyone. Even if it was a spirit with a strength of 65 degrees in his previous life, he could easily drink two or three kilograms without getting drunk. How could he get drunk with Fenjiu that was as light as water in front of him?
He laughed and waved to the waiter. The waiter knew that this young master, despite his young age, was a major customer of Wangchun Tower today. How could he dare to neglect him? He quickly ran over, nodded and bowed:
"Sir, what are your orders?"
Yang Yanrong said: "Go, bring us two more jars of Fenjiu. Today I will not return with Brother Xiao until we are drunk. No, we will not return even if we are drunk."
"What a drunk guy who doesn't come home, little brother, it really speaks to my heart." Xiao Lei clapped his hands and laughed. He hasn't been so happy for a long time. Although this guy is young, he is quite fond of him. He took it.
The waiter brought up two jars of wine, opened the mud seals, and Yang Yanrong and Yang Yanrong each said in unison: "Do it!"
How had the surrounding diners seen such a binge drinker? They couldn't help but stare at them blankly and chattered. This is authentic Fenjiu, not water. If you drink it this way, even a cow will get drunk.
Xiao Lei drank with astonishing vigor, just like a whale sucking water. In one breath, half of the full jar of Fenjiu was gone.
Although Yang Yanrong couldn't drink the way he did, he still refused to admit defeat and drank it straight into his stomach. People around him could only hear the sounds of "gudong" and "gudong".
Xiao Lei placed the wine jar on the table. Although his face remained calm, there was a hint of drunkenness in his eyes. He secretly looked at Yang Yanrong who was drinking cows and was slightly surprised. He could tell at a glance that this little brother had no trace of anything.
Martial arts, let alone using internal force to force alcohol, this person still looked calm after drinking so much, his eyes were still as clear as water, I couldn't help but take a deep breath, this little brother is really very human!
Yang Yanrong burped and said with a smile: "Brother Xiao, this wine really has no taste when you drink it. It's as bland as water."
What?? Xiao Lei opened his eyes wide and stared at him in surprise. He didn't look like he was lying. The corners of his mouth twitched unnaturally and he laughed and said: "Little brother, you said this wine is light? No."
Are you kidding? You must know that Fenjiu is mellow and has a spicy taste. It is the best wine. Have you ever tasted a wine that is more mellow and spicy than this wine? "
Yang Yanrong laughed and said: "If we talk about the spiciest wines, they must be whiskey and vodka. These two wines have pure taste, long aftertaste, fragrant but strong aroma. They are the supreme wines. This Fenjiu is similar to
Comparing those two things, they are not as good as two-tenths."
When Xiao Lei heard this, his eyes couldn't help but shine. If those two kinds of wine were as he said, he must try them. He asked excitedly: "Little brother, I wonder where I can buy these two kinds of wine?"
Deputy Yang Yan was stunned for a moment, patted his forehead, and thought to himself, why did he let it slip? Where can I find these two kinds of wine for you now? After a change of thought, he smiled bitterly and said: "Brother Xiao, I'm afraid you'll never drink it again in this life."
It’s not here!”
"Oh? How can I say this?" Xiao Lei sighed secretly, with a look of disappointment on his face. As a standard drinker, someone who always takes advantage of good wine wherever there is it, he heard that there is such good wine in the world.
, how can I endure it? Therefore, when I heard Yang Yanrong say this, I felt very disappointed. I thought that if I could really taste this strong wine, my life would not be in vain.
Naturally, Yang Yanrong would not say that it was the wine from his previous life. He spread his hands and said with a smile: "These two kinds of wine are produced in the West. Where can they be found in our Central Plains?"
Xiao Lei frowned and said displeasedly: "Little brother, this is your fault. The Western Regions are rich in grape wine. Although the taste is quite different from the wine in the Central Plains, I have also tasted it. How can it be as good as you think?
Did you mean whiskey or vodka? Could it be mine?"
Yang Yanrong saw his eyes full of disbelief and shook his head. He knew that the farthest land in the west that people knew at this time was the Western Region. It was no wonder that he doubted his words and said: "Brother Xiao doesn't know something. The Western Region is the farthest west."
There is a country called Russia, with a radius of thousands of miles, which is more than dozens of times larger than our Central Plains. Russia goes west through several countries, which is England. The whiskey I am talking about is produced in England, and vodka is produced in England.
The other side is from Russia.”
"Oh? There is such a thing?" Xiao Lei opened his mouth and said in disbelief: "China is already a big country, but there is a country dozens of times bigger than China? Why haven't we heard of it?"
Yang Yanrong said in his heart that there are so many things that you haven't heard of, so what does it matter? Then he said: "There are countless big and small countries in the West, including Italy, France, Germany, the Netherlands, Poland, Portugal, and Spain. I can't tell you at the moment.
.In short, there are countless powerful countries in the west of China, and their national strength and technology far exceed China." As he said, he took out the lighter from his arms and said with a smile: "Brother Xiao, do you know this is
What?"
Although Xiao Lei didn't understand what technology was, he couldn't help but believe in his words. He took the thing and took a closer look, and saw that it was made of metal. It was golden in color and was extremely smooth when held in his hand.
But it was extremely comfortable. He looked at it repeatedly, but still couldn't understand it. With a wry smile, he handed the thing into Yang Yanrong's hand and said, "This thing has a strange shape. I have never seen it before, but I don't recognize it."
Yang Yanrong asked again: "Brother Xiao, what are the things we usually use to start fires?"
"It's nothing more than fire swords and flint, how can there be anything else?" Although Xiao Lei didn't know what the little brother meant by asking this, he answered simply.
"If it's a rainy day, will the fire knife and flint be effective?" Yang Yanrong asked again.
"Of course it won't work. Everyone in the world knows that fire swords and flints are most afraid of water. Once they get wet, they won't work."
Yang Yanrong smiled slightly and said, "Brother Xiao, watch it!" and then threw the lighter in his hand into a tea bowl on the table. There was a soft sound and the spilled tea flew far away.
The surrounding diners had already been attracted by the two of them, surrounding them and watching the excitement with great enthusiasm.
Xiao Lei was puzzled and saw Yang Yanrong take out the contents of the tea bowl again, hold it in his hand and raise it, press it lightly with his fingers, and with a "pop" sound, a snow-white flame suddenly burst out.
Xiao Lei was so shocked that he suddenly opened his mouth and was speechless. But he heard Yang Yanrong say again: "This thing is just one of the small things. It is used by ordinary people at home. It is only used for cooking. It is not worth it."
Mention it."
"How can such a treasure that can produce fire on its own be regarded as a gadget? This is a magical weapon!" One of the superstitious old men lost his voice and asked: "Could it be a treasure that the God of Fire sent down fire from the sky?"
For a moment, the expressions of the people present varied, some were shocked, some were surprised, and some wanted to take it for themselves.
Yang Yanrong said in his heart that he was exaggerating a bit, and he didn't know if there was Germany or France at the moment. It didn't matter, as long as he could calm these guys down.