Football giants

Chapter 317

The birthday party has begun.

Yang Wenfeng, Yang Huan and his son, as well as Zhang Xiaochuan, who was admired by Mr. Zhuang and highly respected in the antique world, were all left at the head seat, and the others also found their own seats to sit down.

As for Qin Changjiang and Qin Yongming, father and son, they don't know where to hide in circles.

The saddest one was Yang Huan.

He was sitting next to Zhuang Ziqing, and there was Zhuang Mingyang and his wife and Zhuang Zicheng between him and Mr. Zhuang, just facing him.

As a result, the old man seemed to really want to test Yang Huan's drinking capacity, so he raised his glass from time to time and said he wanted to leave.

Zhang Xiaochuan also drinks two cups every day, and he shares the same interests with the old man, so he can drink with him if he can talk well.

The ones on the table are all Jiannanchun at 52 degrees.

Although I took a little sip every time, the accumulation made a lot, and there were three more people. It didn't take long for a bottle of Jiannanchun to bottom out.

"Hey, forget it, I'm still crazy not to accompany you!" Zhang Xiaochuan poured himself a glass and turned away.

The other people at the table looked at it and all burst into laughter.

Mr. Zhang couldn't drink anymore.

"A Huan, don't drink too much!" Yang Wenfeng didn't expect that his son could drink quite a bit.

Zhuang Ziqing also secretly tugged on Yang Huan's clothes, and stared at him complainingly, his eyes seemed to say, you, stop drinking with my grandpa, you have to take care of yourself!
Don't even look at him, the old man has to drink a glass every night, he drinks a lot, can you compete with him?
Yang Huan laughed.

I don't know if it's because of the time travel, or because the volume is already huge, so now he doesn't feel like drinking.

He drank Jiannanchun with a temperature of 52 degrees into his mouth. It tasted delicious, but he didn't feel it at all.

"Old man, are you okay?" Yang Huan laughed provocatively.

Mr. Zhuang looked at him angrily, "Hey, you brat, I'm saving face for you, do you know that?"

"You even took the initiative to come to the door, it's against you!"

This old man was also a revolutionary back then, and it was commonplace to drink alcohol, and the alcoholic temper is still there.

It's just that now that I'm getting older, my drinking capacity has dropped a bit, but it's still a lot.

"Come on, fill me up!"

The old man waved at the waiter, looking at the posture, as if he wanted to drink a cup.

Yang Huan giggled, and beckoned to the waiter, "This cup is too small, change to a bigger cup, if not, a bowl will do!"

When he said this, everyone at the table was dumbfounded.

Darling, Jiannanchun at 52 degrees, do you drink it from a bowl?Are you okay?
Do you really think you are Brother Liujin?
"Are you bluffing me, kid? Let me bluff you when I'm a three-year-old kid?" The old man laughed.

"Okay, change to a bigger cup!"

The waiter quickly brought up two beer glasses and poured them both eights.

"Come on, old man, let's go!"

"Do you want to do it?" Mr. Zhuang looked at Yang Huan provocatively, and smiled cheerfully.

This kid is getting better and better, right!

"Do it!" Yang Huan picked up the wine glass without saying a word, and drank it in one gulp.

"Okay, massive!"

Mr. Zhuang also smiled and praised, picked up the wine glass and drank it directly.

Zhuang Mingyang couldn't stand it anymore, "Dad, it's fine, don't drink so hard!"

"Yes, old man, it's too fierce, take it easy!" Mrs. Zhuang also advised.

Mr. Zhuang laughed, his face became more and more rosy, "What's so fierce? I used to drink with Yang Huan and his grandfather in the past. It's not like now. Drinking from such a small cup is not enjoyable!"

As he said that, the old man also looked at his son and Yang Wenfeng.

"Usually asking you two brothers to drink two cups is like killing you. How dare you come to persuade me today? Okay, if each of you drinks a cup, I won't drink it!"

Zhuang Mingyang and Yang Wenfeng don't drink much on weekdays, so their drinking capacity is only that small.

Jiannanchun at 52 degrees?

Get drunk with the smell of wine!
"You, stop drinking, you don't need to drink so much to make my grandpa happy!" Zhuang Ziqing secretly reprimanded Yang Huan.

"Besides, you didn't see his face, you're almost drunk!"

In fact, she understood that Yang Huan deliberately accompanied his grandfather to drink, just to make him happy.

The most important thing about drinking is to have an opponent!

When Yang Huan heard this, he simply raised his hand, "Oh, old man, I can't do it, I can't do it!"

"What? You can't do it? I just got drunk, so you can't do it?"

With Mr. Zhuang's red face and his tone of voice, everyone knew that he was almost ready.

That is himself, too happy, too excited, carried away.

"It's really bad, it's over the top, I can't drink anymore, if I drink any more, I will become Brother Liujin!" Yang Huan waved his hands vigorously.

"Brother Liujin? Who is it?"

"Oh, brother Liujin, he's a friend of mine who can kill Jiannanchun who is Liujin at 52 degrees Celsius!"

When Yang Huan said this, everyone present was dumbfounded.

Six catties of Jiannanchun with a temperature of 52 degrees?

Boy, this is no longer a huge amount!
Mr. Zhuang took another deep look at Yang Huan, nodded and said: "You boy, you can do it better than the two of them!"

Yang Wenfeng and Zhuang Mingyang on the side were depressed.

This daring old man judges people by their drinking capacity, anyone who can drink will do!
What's wrong with not being able to drink?
Can't do anything if you can't drink?
What's the point of this?
Mr. Zhuang stood up, not to mention, he was quite stable, and he only drank six or seven cents at most.

"Everyone!" He raised his wine glass.

Everyone in the banquet hall suddenly fell silent and looked over.

As the saying goes, people are refreshed on happy occasions.

Today is the [-]th birthday of the old man. His face looks red and his expression is high.

"All of you here today are relatives and friends, and they gathered together happily. My old man is very grateful!"

Everyone in the banquet hall looked at him and listened silently.

Although the old man has retired for many years, that prestige is still there.

None of the country's important leaders came today, but they all sent birthday gifts.

This in itself is enough to show the status and influence of Mr. Zhuang.

"Taking advantage of today, everyone is here, my old man will take this opportunity to announce a happy event to everyone!"

As soon as Mr. Zhuang said this, everyone in the banquet hall was full of anticipation.

Zhuang Ziqing immediately realized what grandpa was going to say, blushing, and almost buried her head in her chest.

The expressions of Qin Changjiang and his son are even more interesting, one is envious and jealous, and the other is spitting fire.

With today's announcement, everything has become a foregone conclusion, and no one can change it.

"Life is in a hurry, and in a blink of an eye, he is already an octogenarian. This person will inevitably have some things on his mind that he can't let go of when he is old. I just thought about it today and gave the biggest thing to my mind!"

With that said, Mr. Zhuang motioned Yang Huan and Zhuang Ziqing to stand up.

The two of them stood up one after the other, they looked like a man and a woman, and everyone in the room looked at it, and they were all in admiration.

Immediately, they all understood what Mr. Zhuang meant.

"His name is Yang Huan. I'm sure everyone has heard of him. I solemnly announce that Yang Huan and our family, Ziqing, will be engaged someday!"

After listening to the audience, there was a burst of thunderous applause.

The Yang family in Longhai is getting closer to the Zhuang family in the capital.
Mr. Zhuang's announcement now means that the engagement should be handled in a low-key manner.

So, this group of old fritters who had been in the officialdom for many years suddenly stood up with a smile.

"Come on, let our old man have a drink with something on his mind!"

"Okay, cheers!"

The old man was also in a good mood, so he raised his glass and did it.

After finishing their work, many people turned their attention to Yang Huan.

The background of their Yang family was well known to everyone present.

Everyone is watching Zhuang Mingyang's future.

Yang Huan is the only son of the Yang family, marrying Zhuang Ziqing means inheriting the splendor and glory of the two families.

In addition, the meaning of the old man is obvious, the engagement should be handled in a low-key manner.

Therefore, they immediately took this opportunity to congratulate Yang Huan one by one.

Pour one cup after another into the stomach.

Rao Yang Huan didn't feel much after drinking, but at the end of the drink, he was still a little dizzy and his scalp was numb.

He couldn't remember how much he drank.

"Yang Huan, congratulations!"

Qin Changjiang and Qin Yongming father and son deliberately fell to the end.

Seeing that you are a little unsteady, you are almost drunk.

If you drink seriously, we are not your opponents, I will pick when you are drunk and come out to deal with you!

"Thank you!" Yang Huan raised a glass of Jiannanchun.

"Hey, Yang Huan, why do you use such a small cup? Isn't there a beer mug next to it?" Qin Yongming hurriedly stopped him.

With beer mugs?

Many people around were a little surprised, even contemptuous.

Damn, people drank more baijiu than you, so it's too much to fight wine at this time, right?
But who is Qin Changjiang, who dares to speak at this time?
"What? You dare not?" Qin Yongming asked with a provocative smile.

Although she hasn't been officially engaged yet, Zhuang Ziqing already regards herself as Yang Huan's wife. How can she let her husband lose face in front of others?
"Yongming, how about I drink with you?"

As soon as Zhuang Ziqing said this, everyone immediately understood that she was defending her husband, and immediately applauded.

That's a glass of 52-degree Jiannanchun. She is such a delicate beauty, can you not be praised?

Qin Yongming shook his head, "Ziqing, if you drink, then I will surrender!"

That's what he said, but his eyes were full of contempt when he looked at Yang Huan.

Damn it, you have to ask your future wife to show up after a drink!

Yang Huan is the most unbearable person, besides, he is still sober now.

"Ziqing, let me come!" Yang Huan pulled Zhuang Ziqing back, looked at the Qin family father and son again, picked up two beer glasses in his hand, and asked the waiter to fill them with white wine.

"Uncle Qin, let's have a drink first!"

Qin Changjiang asked himself that he was a little drinker, how could he be intimidated by Yang Huan, and immediately took it.

As soon as Yang Huan looked up, he grunted and poured a glass of white wine into his stomach.

"it is good!"

"so amazing!"

"Good drink!"

"It's simply massive!"

There was a burst of applause all around!
Qin Changjiang was also a little surprised, he didn't expect Yang Huan to drink so crisply.

Does that look like a drunk person?

"Two more glasses!" Yang Huan waved at the waiter again.

Two beer glasses of white wine were poured out, and one glass was brought to Qin Yongming, and Yang Huan took a glass in his hand.

"Yongming, I'll do it first as a respect!" After speaking, he raised his head again, let out a grunt, and poured a glass of white wine into his stomach.

Qin Yongming was a little dumbfounded.

Jiannanchun at 52 degrees, this guy is drinking water?
"Uncle Qin, Yongming, please!" Yang Huan made a gesture with a smile.

Qin Changjiang was better, he had a little capacity for alcohol, he gritted his teeth, stomped his feet, raised his head and drained the glass of white wine in his hand.

Qin Yongming put the white wine to his mouth, smelling the aroma of the wine, he was completely drunk.

Is this liquor?
This is poison, this is dichlorvos!
"Drink it, don't make a fool of yourself!" Qin Changjiang drank a cup, feeling a little overwhelmed.

When Dad said this, even if Qin Yongming died, he still had to drink.

Lifting his head, a glass of white wine was poured into his mouth, choking him into a violent cough, and he swallowed it all.

"Water, water, bring me a bottle of water!" Qin Yongming shouted in panic.

From the looks of it, with this glass of baijiu, he is finished.

"Uncle Qin is a good drinker, come on, have another drink, let's not get drunk tonight!"

Yang Huan smiled and signaled the waiter to continue pouring wine.

A glass, of course, is a beer mug.

How can it be enjoyable to drink with a white wine glass?

After hearing this, Qin Changjiang didn't know whether it was because of the strength of the wine, or because he was holding his breath. Anyway, his face was bright red.

When things come to an end, you have to hold on to life and death, right?

(End of this chapter)