The other party's attitude is as clear as the white chalk words on the blackboard.
Dong Qiangqiang regretted his impulsiveness a little. This was probably a slap in the face, right? But he didn't want to give in when the words came to him, so he had an idea, gave the other party a thumbs up, and praised: "Good drinker!" After that, he turned around and wanted to leave.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, he saw the bodyguard still standing in front of him, staring at him with dead eyes. Although the other party didn't say a word, the meaning in his eyes was self-evident.
"I'm here to find Anderson." Dong Qiangqiang turned around, stared at the white-haired man's face and repeated it again.
"Drink, and I'll tell you what Anderson means." The white-haired man pointed to the wine glass on the table, "Isn't that why you came here?"
Dong Qiangqiang lowered his head and stared at the clear Erliang wine in front of him in a daze. It wasn't that he couldn't drink, but his stomach was empty at this time and he would definitely vomit after drinking. Generally, when drinking vodka or whiskey, you will add some ice cubes to dilute the alcohol. It is estimated that only the Russians in the world blow directly into the bottle without adding anything.
He regretted not eating something before coming in, but he really couldn't be blamed. Who in the right mind would think that he needed to eat something to cushion himself before entering a restaurant?
Seeing that Dong Qiangqiang was silent, the white-haired man continued: "If you don't dare, just say 'Russian wine is better than Chinese wine' and you can leave. I am a generous person and will not make things difficult for my friends."
The other party's persuasive approach clearly showed that he was not only on the same side as Anderson, but also knew the purpose of Dong Qiangqiang's trip. He also deliberately mistook his "didn't want to drink" as "dare not drink". It was clear that he was deliberately irritating Dong Qiangqiang. he. Of course Dong Qiangqiang didn't want to have a drinking contest with Lao Maozi, but he also didn't want to be labeled as "Chinese men don't dare to drink" because of this, and he didn't want to leave Bai rashly without knowing what Anderson was looking for him to do. Take a trip. Although you can take the train for free with your student ID in Hamburg, the time he took is not free.
He called Anderson's cell phone again, but the other party still didn't answer this time and didn't reply to any text messages.
"You Chinese men are just talkers. You talk without practicing, just like the soft-legged shrimps in the river ditch..." The white-haired man picked up his own cup, raised his neck, and took another cup.
"Shut your stinky mouth!" Dong Qiangqiang cursed in Chinese like a toast.
"What?" The white-haired man looked confused.
Dong Qiangqiang raised his heart, picked up the wine glass, and drank it all in one gulp.
Compared with German vodka, which has no other taste except spicy, Russian vodka seems to be grapefruit-flavored, with a strong bitter taste, exuding a certain aggressiveness like the white-haired man and his bodyguard. When the wine poured down from his mouth and down his esophagus, Dong Qiangqiang first felt a chill, and then experienced the shock caused by the overwhelming force of alcohol rushing into his stomach.
He had just put the empty wine glass back on the table, and before wiping his mouth clean, the white-haired man had already finished the second glass, and then nodded his chin towards his empty wine glass. The bodyguard immediately filled Dong Qiangqiang's second glass.
Sure enough, he was afraid of what would come. Dong Qiangqiang subconsciously glanced at the wine bottle in the bodyguard's hand. There was still half a bottle in it. Judging from the way they drank one cup at a time, it was estimated that the two of them could still fight for at least ten rounds, and the one next to him was There were more than a dozen unopened bottles of vodka in the dining car. If you finish drinking, I'm afraid your life will be decided here.
It seems that it is impossible for me to go out sober today.
In less than five minutes, the two of them drank seven or eight glasses of wine back and forth. Both of them were sulking. The white-haired man drank faster and faster, but acted as if nothing had happened. Dong Qiangqiang was secretly frightened. He originally thought that the other party had already drunk. After drinking a lot, he had a somewhat latecomer advantage, and he was young, but he was the one who couldn't hold on first.
There seemed to be two fires in his stomach and throat, burning one after another, indistinguishably, as if they could easily tear his stomach and throat apart at any time.
When he finally swallowed the last drop of the half bottle of wine painfully, he put his hands on the edge of the table and gasped, and the breath of alcohol even hit himself.
Can you tell me now? He really wanted to ask the other person like this, but his throat felt like a piece of cloth was blocked and he couldn't make a sound. Only saliva mixed with alcohol flowed silently from the corners of his mouth.
The white-haired man smiled and said something, and the bodyguard took out another half bottle from nowhere and stood in front of Dong Qiangqiang, gloating at his ugly appearance.
Dong Qiangqiang's eyes were filled with red bloodshot eyes. He glanced at the wine label: 60 degrees.
Vodka has always been known for its mellow aftertaste. Dong Qiangqiang didn't know which one would come out first, his tears or his bile. Damn, people are going to die! Or should I just throw in the towel and leave? So what does what I just drank count?
The intensity of the sun had unknowingly weakened a lot, and the golden afterglow reflected warmly on his handsome face. The effect of the light and alcohol made his thoughts confused. Somehow he thought about Duanmu who was going to the United States. Did he meet him? Did he drink like this when he was an American? As the light in the restaurant changed, Duanmu's face gradually overlapped with a blur of gray. When the gray gradually became clear, what he saw was a plane emitting black smoke and crashing into the building. When the plane hit the building, the glass of the building was shattered into pieces, and countless glass fragments scattered like sparks from a steel-making furnace. When the light and shadow of the sparks finally dimmed, it was Du Lan's face that appeared in front of him, and her face turned into Tong Lele's face in an instant, then Lao Bai's face, Hua Ling's face, and Wang Shunan's face. , and finally there was Lao Chen’s face...
He didn't expect to get drunk so quickly. He thought he could last longer.
Let Anderson go to hell! He cursed mentally. Next time this grandson dares to call me, I must scold him enough before throwing the phone down.
He heard the crisp sound of glass in his ears and looked around in confusion, only to find that the white-haired man had placed the empty wine glass in front of him again.
If you drink like this, you will lose your head. You must kill him with one strike! An idea flashed through Dong Qiangqiang's mind. His mind was no longer able to judge whether this was a good idea or a stupid idea. He stared at the remaining wine in the bottle with drunken eyes, and suddenly reached out to pick up the bottle.
The bodyguard who had been watching the excitement didn't know what he was going to do. His face drooped, and he stepped closer to Dong Qiangqiang, staring at him eagerly, making a fist with his right hand, ready to go.
Dong Qiangqiang felt that his eyelids were beginning to droop uncontrollably. He burped and raised the bottle, trying hard to distinguish the white-haired man's face but couldn't see clearly. In the end, he could only smile bitterly and cursed awkwardly in Chinese: " Fuck you uncle”.
The wine bottle was placed upside down on his mouth, and the wine leaked down his chin and fell to the ground, blooming like hop flowers.
After drinking for almost ten seconds, Dong Qiangqiang finally couldn't hold on any longer. The bottle fell from his hand and fell to the ground with a "thud", and his ears were filled with a "buzzing" buzz.
He saw two identical white-haired people grinning at him. The bodyguards next to him also turned into twins. The "four people" looked in high spirits.
Dong Qiangqiang tried hard to hear what the other party was saying, but he couldn't hear a word clearly.
He saw two white-haired people waving to him at the same time, one seemed to have something to say to him, and the other seemed to let him go.
"Are you convinced?" He wanted to question the other party loudly, but without saying a word, his vision went dark and he fell down.
He heard a burst of triumphant laughter from above his head. Before he could raise his head, he felt a wave of nausea rushing from the bottom of his stomach to his throat at an unstoppable speed. A fishy smell rushed straight into his nose. He felt his nose was sore. " "Wow" he spat out.
The air was filled with the pungent smell of alcohol and bile. Dong Qiangqiang lay on the ground like a fish out of water and vomited out his lunch and even breakfast. In the end, even he could smell the odor emanating from his mouth. He tilted his head to one side in disgust at the stench, unwilling to look directly at the vomit on the ground.
When he was vomiting until he was unconscious, he suddenly felt that everything was ridiculous. How could there be a person like him in the world who drank himself to the point of collapse? At that moment, he felt like a wild boar in the forest, and Anderson was his meatball.
The burning sensation in my stomach was still there, and my throat was on fire. He really wanted to ask Anderson what he meant, but he couldn't say a complete sentence after humming for a long time, and could only leave vomit on the ground.
Except for his stomach and throat, his eyes, nose, and mouth were not in any good condition. It was as if there were dozens of little people in his head beating hard on his brain.
Just when he had a splitting headache, he felt someone patting his back, and then a dark figure appeared next to him, something was thrust into his hand, and someone spoke in his ear, but it sounded as if he was coming from far away. of the sky.
Dong Qiangqiang's head was "buzzing" and his vision was still blurry. He tried hard to distinguish what was in his hand but only saw a white blur, which felt like paper.
The words stopped suddenly, and the man patted his shoulder again, but he coughed violently.
Deep sleep enveloped him silently. His head tilted and he fell to the ground. Fortunately, he didn't get stuck in his own vomit.
The two figures nimbly dodged past him.
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