I can fish for anything

Chapter 42 Fighting Wine!

Chen Shouguan called a total of three people, all of whom were about his age.

The three of them are all little old men that ordinary people can't afford to mess with, no matter in terms of temperament or clothing.

One of them, Jiang Zhihao still felt a little familiar.

Quietly asked Chen Jing: "This old man looks familiar, where have I seen it?"

Chen Jing replied while cooking: "Of course you have seen it, on TV!"

Jiang Zhihao woke up like a dream, isn't he the last governor?

Unexpectedly, Chen Shouguan was so powerful that he actually knew such a big man.

But after thinking about it, it's actually quite normal. Chen Shouguan can live in a place like Jinguan City, and he's also a national retired soldier. It's not surprising that he knows these big men.

The three little old men were chatting in the living room, basically it was Chen Shouguan who spoke.

He kept showing off how he beat Huang Zhongtian today and how he made him lose face.

He even flattered Jiang Zhihao.

Jiang Zhihao was speechless in the kitchen for a while: "Aren't I a guest when I come to your house? Why do you still let me cook?"

Chen Jing also felt a little embarrassed: "Just let it go, and help me make my grandpa happy, okay? When I'm free someday, we'll shoot the commercial."

"Okay, do you know any media companies? You still have to find them for this kind of advertisement."

"Yes, there are, but their fees are quite expensive. It costs about [-] yuan to shoot an advertisement."

"Hey, I threw out all 1000 million, do I still care about this little money?"

I have to say that Chen Jing's craftsmanship is pretty good.

They are all common home-cooked dishes, but with the blessing of Chen Jing's superb cooking skills, these home-cooked dishes are full of color, fragrance and taste, making people feel very appetizing just by looking at them.

Including Jiang Zhihao and Chen Jing, there are six people in total.

Eight dishes, four meat and four vegetables.

When Chen Shouguan took out the Wuliangye that had been treasured for many years from the cabinet, the eyeballs of the three old men almost fell out.

Jiang Zhihao even heard the sound of swallowing saliva.

As a junior, Jiang Zhihao took the initiative to pour wine for the four old men.

"Don't you want to drink some? This wine is specially offered by Zhonghai, and it has been soaked with thousand-year-old ginseng, which is very nutritious."

"I don't know how to drink." Jiang Zhihao waved his hand.

"How could that man not drink, listen to me, have a drink."

Jiang Zhihao had no choice but to accept.

I don't know if the alcohol content is too high, or the old men can't hold alcohol. When they drink, they always take a small sip.

Two taels of small wine glasses can be drunk more than a dozen times.

However, Jiang Zhihao felt bored.

"This wine needs to be tasted and drunk slowly, you know?" Old man Ren glared at Jiang Zhihao.

Chen Shouguan was a little dissatisfied.

Because this old man Ren has a good relationship with Huang Zhongtian.

Chen Shouguan called him here on purpose.

He also deliberately mocked Huang Zhongtian in front of several people.

Old man Ren was furious, but he couldn't say anything.

Just seeing Jiang Zhihao drank the wine in one gulp, as if he had found a breakthrough, he vented his dissatisfaction in his heart.

"Alcohol?" Chen Shouguan retorted: "That's because you think it's good. If you can't stand it, don't say that others can't either. I found that you have similarities with Lao Huang. You can't do it yourself, and you still doubt it." Others, and don't take anyone seriously."

"Old Chen, what do you mean by that? You called me here today? What do you mean?"

"Nothing interesting? I just want to buy you a drink." The angrier old man Ren was, the more proud Chen Shouguan was.

In addition, even an old man who remained neutral kept his head down and didn't speak.

Chen Jing quietly pulled Chen Shouguan, but Chen Shouguan ignored her.

Old man Ren stared at Chen Shouguan, speechless.

His gaze was on Jiang Zhihao again: "Boy, I heard you're crazy? It's you who made Lao Huang unable to step down!"

"That's what Mr. Huang asked me to do, hehe."

"Stop talking nonsense, I said you can't drink, but you can't, do you dare to compete with me?"

"Forget it, I'm not very good at drinking in vain."

Old Man Ren looked at Old Official Chen: "You see, he doesn't know how to drink at all!"

"I'll compete with you!" Chen Shouguan slammed the table.

"Grandpa, the doctor said you can't drink too much alcohol, it's not good for your health."

"Don't worry about it, even if I risk my life, I won't admit defeat."

Old kid, I'm talking about Chen Shouguan, an old man who is at home with nothing to do.

When I was young, I had deep feelings, but when I was old, I formed cliques.

In the end, for the sake of Chen Shouguan's health, Jiang Zhihao had no choice but to drink with old man Ren.

Old man Ren was the God of Dionysus when he was young.

It once won No.1 in the beer competition held for three consecutive years.

He is addicted to alcohol, when he is hungry, thirsty and tired, he can drink a little wine to ensure that he is full of energy.

A meal is impossible without wine.

At this age, there are still two catties a day.

Never knew what it was to be drunk.

He once went to the hospital for a physical examination. The doctor said that his body could produce an enzyme that could decompose and swallow alcohol.

Hearing that Jiang Zhihao agreed to a wine competition, old man Ren smiled complacently.

He has to find a place for old man Huang.

Knowing the old man's drinking capacity, Chen Shouguan was not willing to use the Wuliangye he treasured.

Instead, they specifically moved two boxes of 53-degree mid-range liquor.

Sixteen bottles of liquor were placed on the table, all opened.

Without further ado, old man Ren grabbed a bottle of white wine and drank it like drinking plain water.

Drank it in one gulp, followed by a second bottle.

53 degrees, a total of two catties of liquor, in less than 3 minutes, it was gone.

Except for the pained expression on the old man's face, the old man's face was as usual, without any discomfort.

The painful expression is because the alcohol content is too high and the throat is hot.

There is no slight discomfort in the body, because after the liquor enters the stomach, it is quickly decomposed and swallowed by enzymes.

The doctor once told him that the enzymes produced in his stomach can decompose and swallow more than 90.00% of alcohol.

In other words, if an ordinary person drank a catty, old man Ren would only drink one or two.

Two catties of baijiu, only two liang of what was really left in his body.

"It's your turn!"

Old man Ren smashed the empty wine glass on the table with a bang.

Everyone was a little dumbfounded.

They just heard that Old Man Ren was a good drinker, but they didn't expect him to be so good.

Is that human being?
Chen Shouguan thought to himself, this game is over, it must be lost.

Jiang Zhihao's surprise turned into surprise, but his face was calm.

After finishing the first bottle of baijiu, there was almost no pause in the middle, followed by the second bottle.

Then the third bottle, and the fourth bottle.

Jiang Zhihao imitated the old man Ren and smashed the empty wine bottle on the table: "It's your turn!"

Surprise flashed in Old Man Ren's eyes. This kid is quite fierce. Could it be that he, like himself, can produce this special enzyme in his body?
Before he had time to think about it, the old man grabbed the third bottle of baijiu.

After drinking six bottles, the old man still smashed the empty wine bottle on the table: "It's your turn!"

However, by this time his face had begun to turn red.

Talking is also biting the tongue.

Jiang Zhihao didn't hesitate, grabbed the white wine and was about to drink it, when Chen Jing stepped forward to stop him: "Jiang Zhihao, don't drink it, it will damage your body."

"Do you think I look drunk?"

While speaking, Jiang Zhihao glanced down.

Then he started drinking again.

Chen Jing looked down subconsciously.

Only then did he realize that Jiang Zhihao stretched out his little finger on his left hand, and a stream of water was slowly flowing out of the little finger and into the trash can.

No wonder it was all right, it turned out that the white wine he drank flowed out along the little finger.

But how did Jiang Zhihao do it?

Two boxes of liquor, one box for each person, that is, six bottles, have been used up.

There was no winner.

The old official's house was out of wine, so the old man refused to admit defeat and asked his family to send two more boxes.

The two continued to work together.

In the middle, no one took a bite of food.

In a blink of an eye, both of them drank another six bottles.

Jiang Zhihao still had no problems at all, except for the smell of alcohol on his body, his face was neither red nor out of breath.

On the other hand, old man Ren blushed and couldn't stand upright.

Still refused to admit defeat and wanted to continue the competition.

I called my family again and asked for wine to be delivered. Before I took out my mobile phone, I lay down on the table and snored.

The crowd couldn't help but laugh.

That night, Jiang Zhihao returned to Jiangbei City.

After increasing the publicity of sweet canned food, it will definitely bring in a large number of orders, and a hundred acres of orchards cannot meet the huge market requirements at all.

Jiang Zhihao planned to go to Mayor Fan and ask for his advice on opening up wasteland and planting fruit trees.

Around Daoxiang Village, there are thousands of acres of barren mountains and wild ridges. If he can get the right to use these lands, Jiang Zhihao believes that within a few years, sweet canned food will become the number one canned food in the hearts of the people all over the country.

Moreover, the thousand acres of land does not plan to be planted with fruit trees, Jiang Zhihao also plans to develop other industries.

(End of this chapter)