The alcohol consumed by the ancients was not high in alcohol content. The alcohol with the lowest alcohol content was almost the same as Nutritional Express, and the alcohol alcohol was almost the same as rice wine, maybe seven or eight degrees.
However, people's constitutions are different. There was a businessman who was about to take a break after drinking a few drinks. He held on because he had not yet talked about business.
As for Chu Qing, this man from later generations can be described in one sentence. When a man wants to have a good time at the wine table, do you know how hard he works and how hard he works? He is no less than a basketball chicken.
Chu Qing always worked hard, and his drinking capacity naturally increased.
Fu San thought that Chu Qing didn't like drinking. In fact, it was the same. The limited few times he drank, it was either with Qiu Wanshan or Fu San. What's the use of Chu Qing giving these two too many drinks? They were bound to Jinlan.
Even before the food was served, Chu Qing, the host and guest, had already had more than ten drinks. The smiles on the faces of the merchants accompanying him were getting more and more out of shape.
Even Zhang Songling realized something was wrong.
This is the reincarnation of an alcoholic, why does it look like he has never had a drink in eight lifetimes?
Zhang Songling quickly waved his hand and told the maid in the mansion to take away the food. He was afraid that if he continued to drink like this, Chu Qing would directly drink the business system of Dachang Dynasty and the capital to collapse.
This is not an exaggeration at all. If Chu Qing pulled out Fu San's short knife and killed all ten of them with a bang, within fifteen days, the sales of most shops in Nan City and North City would drop by at least 80%.
When the dishes arrived, they were also very delicate and were placed on silver platters.
Fu San nodded and asked: "Master, do you think we can take the plate back after we finish eating?"
Chu Qing chuckled.
What kind of dishes are you bringing? Today the young master is leaving with two waists!
The sound of the piano was still there, and the dancing girls stood together and squatted towards Chu Qingwei and said, "May you be blessed, Mr. Chu."
Chu Qing laughed: "Next time, I will give you a flower basket next time."
Everyone looked at each other.
Zhang Songling stroked his beard and laughed loudly: "Nephew Chu Xian has a good drinker. He deserves to be from the military. He really envy us."
Zhang Songling was ready to explore Chu Qing's background.
The Qianqi Battalion's detective horses are mysterious, but everyone still knows the origins of the key personnel. The emperor's former personal guards, that is, the cavalry, are all elites in the army, so everyone thinks that the deputy commander of the Qianqi Battalion should be a certain general. , otherwise we would not be able to suppress the arrogant and powerful generals like Qianqiying.
But after Chu Qing emerged, he was so young, only in his twenties, many people began to inquire about Chu Qing's identity, and so did Zhang Songling.
But after asking around, it turned out that he was the son of Chu Wensheng, the left minister of the Ministry of Industry, a dandy, a living beast in the capital, and hated by thousands of people in the northern city.
Everyone feels more and more that the deputy commander of Qianqiying is not a simple man. He is a living beast and hated by thousands of people. He must be hiding his identity. He must be pretending.
Chu Qing's origin can be traced back to the past few years at most. He has been active in the animal world since the time when the Supreme Emperor ascended the throne. However, Chu Wensheng's family has heard many times that this old killer was once a border army general. Although his rank was not high, it was said that even if he was The commander-in-chief of the border army also has to give some face, so this means that Chu Qing probably grew up in the border army and has been in the army with his father.
The Supreme Emperor brought him back to Chu Wensheng after he ascended the throne. So is there a possibility that Chu Wensheng is a die-hard loyalist of the Supreme Emperor, and Chu Qing is also a die-hard loyalist of Huang Laosi, who was a border army general?
The more they thought about it, the more everyone felt that it should be like this, because after the new king came to the throne, he always said that he would sack Chu Wensheng, the left minister of the Ministry of Industry, but he never did so. Everyone was very surprised. Now that he thought about it, it turned out that he was putting this aside. For show, since Chu Qing is the deputy commander of Qianqi Camp, there is no possibility that Chu Wensheng will be suspected by Huang Laosi.
But there are still many things that don't add up, so everyone is curious, and Zhang Songling is also curious.
Chu Qing felt like a mirror, knowing what Zhang Songling was planning.
"It's okay. Master Zhang also knows that Qiu Ba in the army likes to drink. I, Chu Qing, grew up in the army since I was a child, so my ability to drink is natural."
A flash of understanding flashed across Zhang Songling's face.
As expected, this boy grew up in the military. He is young, but he is an experienced killer!
Chu Qing snickered.
Being in the military, this identity is very suitable for what he is going to do next.
Zhang Songling pretended to be casual and asked, "I don't know which camp Chu Xian Nephew used to serve in to kill enemies for the country."
"Beiying."
"Beibianguan?"
"That's right." Chu Qing opened his mouth and asked without blinking: "Does Mr. Zhang know about the northern Burma camp?"
Zhang Songling shook his head, he had never heard of such a large camp.
A group of businessmen also pricked up their ears and were very interested.
"Since Mr. Zhang is interested, I can tell you." Chu Qing raised his wine glass and saluted Zhang Songling from afar, who drank the glass in one gulp.
"Master Zhang invited me to the banquet today, so I will tell you." Chu Qing adjusted his facial expression: "Thank you, I am in northern Myanmar. I just returned to Beijing for the first time after more than ten years of blood transfusion."
Zhang Songling's pupils narrowed.
After more than ten years of bleeding, this kid may have been a killer since he was born.
"To say that all the beasts in this northern Burma camp are called the Waist-cutting Camp." Chu Qing put down his wine glass and glanced at everyone: "The reason why everyone doesn't know is because our existence has always been a secret. Do you know how the Northern Myanmar Battalion recruits new recruits?"
Everyone shook their heads.
"Ask the soldiers to write letters to their fellow villagers and relatives, and lie to them that there is gold everywhere here, so that they can join the army."
Zhang Songling's face was full of disbelief: "Liar?"
"That's right, it's just a lie. A soldier must deceive at least ten new soldiers into joining the army. Otherwise..." Chu Qing chuckled: "Then you have to offload your waist."
"What does the kidney mean?"
Chu Qing gestured on his abdomen: "Kidneys."
Zhang Songling took a breath of cold air: "Without his kidneys, wouldn't that person be useless?"
"As long as you can write a letter, it's not just about removing your waist, you also have to bleed."
The merchants were shocked, looking at the smiling Chu Qing, and kept swallowing their saliva.
"This... why is this? Since we are in the military, why do we want to kill our comrades?"
Zhang Songling is not a fool either.
He had never heard of the northern Burma camp, and after it was over, he cut his waist and bled it. Isn't this a beast?
Chu Qing looked at the frightened merchants and licked his lips: "Don't be afraid, everyone. Although I am from the northern Burma camp, I am a good person, the kind who cuts off my waist and takes anesthetic."
The merchants were even more frightened.
It's not that IQ is not enough, but I didn't expect that the dignified deputy commander of Qianqiying was full of lies, and what he said seemed to be true.
In fact, this is the celebrity effect. If ordinary people say this kind of thing, people will naturally not believe it. But if it is a celebrity or an Internet celebrity, just a few words will be silly and unbelievable. Happy Listen, believe it happily, run away happily, and die miserably in the end.
"In my life, I like kidneys the most. Grilled over charcoal or raw, sprinkled with some salt. Oh, that taste..." Chu Qing licked his lips again and looked at the merchants' bellies with evil intentions: "Especially the oil. There is a circle of fat on the side. After roasting, it makes a sizzling sound. The kidney in the middle is a little bloodshot. It is very nourishing. It has been a long time since I came here to eat such delicious food."
This time, not to mention the merchants, even Zhang Songling was frightened.
Because everyone could see that Chu Qing was not faking it. His expression, the way he swallowed saliva, and his nostalgic look made him want to take off his kidneys and roast them to satisfy his craving.
Two merchants had already begun to have cramps in their calves, and Zhang Songling's heart was pounding.
Yes, Chu Qing did miss it very much. In his previous life, he liked to eat charcoal-roasted lamb kidneys.
