The temptation behind gentleness

The murmurs of the crowd made it clear to Su Fan that this man was an enemy, not a friend.

Looking for trouble?

A sneer that was barely noticeable played on Su Fan's lips.

"So, Mr. He, you want to compete with me in drinking?"

"It's just that this one bottle of liquor, I'm afraid..."

"What, are you scared? If you can't even drink one bottle, what kind of man are you?"

Sarcasm filled He Ming's eyes as he looked at Su Fan.

"Isn't this bullying? Who makes someone drink an entire bottle in one go?"

Su Ya was immediately indignant.

"Exactly, drinking like this, isn't that going to kill someone?"

Some moms who favored Su Fan also spoke up for him at this moment.

This made He Ming even more displeased.

"Mr. Su, a man can't say he can't do it, unless he is not a man."

"How about this, as long as you admit in front of everyone that you are not a man, then we can let this go."

"Heh."

But at this moment, Su Fan let out a cold laugh and looked at He Ming as if he was looking at an idiot.

"Mr. He, I think you've misunderstood. What I meant is, one bottle isn't enough to quench my thirst, isn't it too little?"

"If you've got the guts, let's drink from the bottle head to head, whoever chickens out first is the loser."

"What?"

As soon as Su Fan made this remark, the entire place fell silent as the grave.

No one expected him to be so brutally direct.

Though Su Fan looked refined and cultured, he was indeed tough.

But people quickly came to their senses.

"This kid must be crazy, maybe he's rich and comes from a not-so-simple family, but when it comes to drinking, he's no match for He Ming, who has been in the liquor industry for years, he's an old keg. Last semester at the parents' meeting, he drank four bottles of white spirit all by himself, that's over three kilograms..."

"If an average person drank three kilos, they'd really be risking their life..."

"This could actually end up in a fatality..."

"Hahaha..."

A middle-aged woman with thick makeup and a voluptuous figure stood next to He Ming, laughing uproariously.

"Kid, you want to compete with my husband in drinking? Hahaha, it's the funniest joke I've heard today."

"If you apologize to my husband now, I'll pretend you never said anything. Otherwise, you're going to be in for it in a bit."

The woman speaking was He Ming's wife, Wang Lulu.

With a nervous tug, Su Ya grabbed at Su Fan's sleeve, her eyes signaling him not to act rashly.

Su Fan remained composed throughout.

He fixed his gaze on Wang Lulu and said.

"I'll return your words to you as they were: if you can get your husband to apologize to me now, I'll act as if nothing happened."

"Kid, you've got guts," He Ming said contemptuously, glancing at Su Fan.

He was already intent on embarrassing Su Fan and now that he had an opportunity, he was certainly not going to miss it.

"Let me tell you, no one has ever dared to challenge me on the drinking field."

"Today, I'll give you a chance. We'll drink from the bottle, I'll start. Whoever chickens out first will have to crawl out of here."

"Deal."

Su Fan agreed without any hesitation.

The next moment, He Ming picked up the bottle to drink.

But Su Fan held down He Ming's wrist.

"What, are you afraid?" He Ming's eyes carried a trace of mockery.

Su Fan let out a cold laugh.

"What I mean is, this liquor is too poor."

"How about we switch to something else?"

Saying this, Su Fan glanced at the banquet hall manager, Han Mei.

"What's the best white spirit you have here?"

Han Mei hurriedly answered.

"We have twenty bottles of vintage Moutai, each guaranteed to be over seventy years old."

"It's just that the price is a bit steep, one hundred thousand per bottle."

"One bottle for one hundred thousand?"

The surrounding parents all gasped in shock, their eyes wide.

All these parents were fairly well-off, but Yang City was just an ordinary prefecture-level city, and they were just petty bourgeoisie with annual incomes in the hundreds of thousands. A bottle of liquor costing one hundred thousand was indeed astonishingly expensive for them. Even those small business owners with wealth in the tens of millions would click their tongues in awe.

He Ming's complexion immediately changed significantly.

Su Fan stroked his chin.

"Moutai of over seventy years old, not bad. Mr. He, why don't we drink that instead? After all, you are a person of status, known as the god of liquor, and inferior drinks don't suit your taste."

"What do you think?"

Su Fan looked at He Ming with a gleaming smile.