Far away in Moscow

Chapter 236 Anton's Horse Racing

Chapter 236 Anton's Horse Racing
"Hello, sir." Fat Andrei stretched out his big hand politely: "Welcome to Abalensk."

Hu Yi wanted to shake hands with him, but his palms were not long enough to hold fat Andre's generous bear paws, so he had to clasp his palms with both hands and shook them: "Thank you, I'm in a hurry, let's go now Let's get started!"

"No problem." The fat man slowly sat down on the edge of the sink, gently swiped his two fingers on a plate on the table next to him, picked up more than ten slices of ham and cheese inside, stuffed them into his mouth, and chewed happily Ask: "What project challenge do you want to choose?"

"Wrist wrestling!" "Wrestling!" The spectators shouted impatiently.

The fat man gently put a slap on Hu Yi's shoulder: "You are a guest, please choose whatever you want."

Hu Yi only felt his shoulders sink, and he tilted his body and smiled wryly at the surroundings: "Shall I wrestle with him? Wrestle? Is it interesting?"

"Interesting!" The audience laughed in unison: "It's so interesting!"

"It's really not a big deal to watch the excitement." Hu Yi rolled up his sleeves and put his arm next to the fat man's arm. The situation was like a match and a chopstick put together: "What suspense is there in this kind of game?" ?”

"Stop rambling, let's get started." A hunchbacked old lady with few teeth left came up a few steps and looked at him carefully with excitement on her face: "I have lived for 70 years, and I have never seen such a disparity. It’s a challenge. When I think of Fatty going to ravage you, a little thing in public, I’m so excited! Hurry up, we can’t wait!”

Hu Yi smiled angrily: "Grandma, what time is it now, why don't you go home and sleep? Can your old bones last until tomorrow morning?"

"Then don't worry about it." The old lady licked her dry lips: "Grandma, I have to remind you that all the clinics in the town are closed, so take care of yourself, boy."

Hu Yi rolled his eyes, and turned to look at the fat Andre who was yawning boredly: "Hey, fat, are there... items that don't require physical contact?"

"Yes! I happen to be very thirsty." The fat man raised his face and smiled, and slapped the people around him: "Please prepare a beer challenge for us!"

Some audience sighed in disappointment, but most of them were still in high spirits.Hu Yi felt relieved: Although drinking beer is not his strong point, compared with arm wrestling, there is still some hope of winning, and it is not inevitable that he will lose.

Someone next to him swiftly moved a table and two chairs.Hu Yi loosened his belt and sat down on the chair swaggeringly: "Tell me! How do you compare?"

"Both sides start at the same time, the first to finish drinking is the winner." The round face announced the rules of the game loudly.

"Okay, come on!" Hu Yi couldn't wait to pat the table: "Where's the wine? Get it!"

As soon as the voice fell, there were only a few "dong dong", six beer glasses dripping with foam were put on the table, three glasses were placed in front of him and Andre each, and each glass was bigger than the ones they used when they were drinking outside. It is twice the size of the bottle, and it is estimated that it can hold at least one and a half liters of wine.

"Three glasses of beer, until they are finished." The round face smiled at him: "Fatty can start anytime, please let me know when you are ready."

"Wait, wait a minute!" Hu Yi was dumbfounded: "This is too much, I definitely can't finish it!"

"Can't finish the drink? Then you just admit defeat?" The round face's eyes sparkled: "Admitting defeat is considered a failure, and the loser will be punished."

"Punishment? What punishment?"

"It's up to me, the winner, to decide!" Fatty Andre looked at him with a sneer on his face: "If you admit defeat, I can fine you to drink up these three glasses of wine."

There was a burst of merciless laughter around, and Hu Yi turned the cup in front of him awkwardly: "This... I am too disadvantaged in size, why don't we just compare one cup, how about it?"

"No, the three cups are the competition process, and the required actions." The round face shook his head resolutely.

"It doesn't matter. It's the last challenge. It's okay to have fun." The fat man dismissed his round face indifferently: "I think this is good. There are many of you, so pick two more. Each of you has a drink with me. If there is one person who can win, you will be considered victorious, no problem, right?"

"Okay!" Hu Yi agreed without hesitation, and turned to look at Yabalov and the others behind him: "Which one of you drinks more? How about challenging with me?"

The long-faced Bacha hesitated for a moment, and touched his chin: "This is not only about drinking a lot, but also drinking quickly." The five people discussed for a while, and finally recommended Yabalov and the tall Bacha to come to the table.

The tall Bacha lowered his head and smiled at Hu Yi: "Boss, tonight's work is not only overtime, but also beyond the limit. Do you want to add some money?"

"Does drinking count as work?" Hu Yi smiled and patted him: "I'll talk about it when I go back, and I promise I won't treat you badly."

"I don't want to add money." Yabarov was gearing up, eager to try: "Anton, let me go first!"

"No, no," Hu Yi stretched out his hand to stop him: "I'll come first."

"You?" Yabalov tried not to show contempt on his face: "Can you do it?"

"Because I can't do it, I should come first and fill his stomach with something. This is called Tian Ji... Well, Anton races horses. No, Anton races wine, the weak drink first." Hu Yi turned around and cupped his hands The wine glass moved to his lips, and he nodded to the round face: "I'm ready!"

"Okay, take your seats..." Round Face stretched out a hand between the two of them, counting down solemnly: "Three, two, one, start!"

Hu Yi put his head down and drank it. Just after taking two sips and tilting the wine glass slightly, thunderous applause sounded in his ears.He didn't bother to look at the surrounding situation, held the cup and closed his eyes tightly, and just poured it into his mouth.

Suddenly there was a "snap", the fat man squatted the empty wine glass heavily on the table, raised his hands and shouted, "It's over! The winner of the first round is: Fatty Andre!"

Hu Yi was stunned, and opened his eyes to see that less than a third of the beer in his glass had gone down, and the fat man on the other side had already drunk every drop.

"It's useless at all, who is the second?" The fat man hiccupped for a long time, and pointed at Hu Yi lightly: "You, you must drink up the rest of the wine."

"What's going on...so fast?" Hu Yi looked dazed, and left his seat embarrassingly holding his wine glass.

"Let me go." The tall Bach was a little nervous, but also a little excited: "This guy does have a trick, and I may not be his opponent."

"No, let me do it." Yabalov rushed in front of him: "Anton said, the weak drink first, and you last!"

"Three, two, one, start!" The round face gave an order, and Yabalov drank it down with a toast. Hu Yi looked at the fat Andrei, who bowed his head and took a deep sip, then turned his head back He leaned back, picked up the wine glass with one hand and poured it into his big mouth, the rim of the glass didn't touch his lips at all.

Hu Yi had never seen anyone drinking like this since he was a child, so he was stunned for a while.The fat man's movements are very skillful, and the column of wine pouring down is swift and even.And he didn't seem to need the cooperation of the mouth at all to swallow, he only saw the movement of his Adam's apple, like a gate controlling the amount of water, and poured a large glass of beer into his mouth in an instant.

(End of this chapter)

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