Return of the Celestial King

Chapter 73: Chapter 73: Immune to a Thousand Cups

As soon as he stepped into the private room, Wang Lei had a wicked grin on his face.

"Listen up, everyone. Tonight, we’re going to fleece that punk Qin Tuo for all he’s worth. Got it?"

"HAHAHA, don’t worry, boss! We’ll spare no effort to make that kid bleed money!"

"Exactly! He was so stingy before. The cheaper he was, the more we have to make him feel the pain now."

The group of sales employees started to jeer and whoop it up.

Liu Ping suddenly stood up, speaking timidly.

"Manager, isn’t this a bit much? Qin Tuo just got out of prison. He probably doesn’t have much money. What if..."

Before he could finish, the crowd erupted in mocking laughter.

"Liu Ping, are you some kind of saint? If you feel so bad for him, why don’t you pay his bill?"

Wang Lei couldn’t help but sneer.

After that, Liu Ping didn’t dare say another word.

Qin Tuo and Han Zilin hadn’t arrived yet, but the atmosphere in the private room was already fired up.

Wang Lei and Zhou Kexin had turned into total mic hogs, monopolizing the microphones.

No one else dared to go up and compete with them, instead just sucking up from the sidelines and cheering them on.

Just then, the door to the room opened, and Qin Tuo and Han Zilin walked in.

"Qin Tuo, you actually came! We thought you’d be too scared to show up!"

someone laughed mockingly.

Qin Tuo ignored them, leading Han Zilin to a sofa and helping her sit down.

Han Zilin had a rather introverted personality. Seeing so many people, she shrank into a corner, not daring to speak.

"Qin Tuo, we ordered some good liquor. You don’t have a problem with that, do you?"

one of the sales employees said deliberately.

In front of him were several full cases of imported beer and a few bottles of Maotai—all extremely expensive.

Qin Tuo just smiled casually.

"Drink what you want. I already said it’s my treat tonight."

"Well, well, well. Since when did you become so generous, Qin Tuo?"

The group immediately started making sarcastic, backhanded comments.

Qin Tuo stopped paying attention to them, treating them as if they were thin air.

At that moment, Zhou Kexin, who had just finished a song, happened to glance over at Han Zilin. A look of complete astonishment appeared on her face.

’Oh, what a beautiful girl!’

She had to admit that even with her own good looks, she felt a bit plain in comparison.

’Damn it, what’s so great about that Qin Tuo? How did he manage to find such a gorgeous girlfriend?!’

Jealousy burned wildly in Zhou Kexin’s heart. With a cold smile, she walked over.

"Little sister, you must be Qin Tuo’s girlfriend, right?"

Zhou Kexin asked, looking down on her.

Han Zilin was startled and, before she could even react, just nodded blankly.

Qin Tuo frowned, watching Zhou Kexin. ’What is this woman up to?’

Zhou Kexin poured two glasses of alcohol and handed one to Han Zilin.

"Little sister, it’s your boyfriend’s treat tonight. As his girlfriend, you have to be a good hostess and drink with us until we’re all happy. Everyone, am I right?"

The group of sales employees immediately joined in the jeering.

"Yeah, this beauty is really something else. A perfect flower stuck in a pile of cow dung!"

"Little beauty, you have to drink with us tonight. Otherwise, we’ll all look down on your boyfriend."

Having had a bit to drink, the colleagues’ words flowed freely, spurred on by the alcohol.

Qin Tuo felt a surge of displeasure and was about to speak up and refuse.

But Han Zilin summoned her courage and nodded.

"Okay, I’ll drink!"

Qin Tuo was a little surprised and looked at Han Zilin.

Han Zilin didn’t know how to drink at all. She was clearly just trying to act tough because she was worried Qin Tuo’s colleagues would look down on him.

A triumphant glint flashed in Zhou Kexin’s eyes as she prepared to vent all her resentment on Han Zilin.

Just as Han Zilin reached out to take the glass, Qin Tuo suddenly stopped her.

"Zilin, you’re still in school, and you don’t drink. If someone has to drink, let it be me!"

Seeing Qin Tuo actually step in to take the drink for her, Zhou Kexin’s eyes lit up.

This was exactly the reaction she had been waiting for from Qin Tuo!

"Haha, good! You’re a real man, Qin Tuo. Let’s do it!"

Zhou Kexin clinked her glass directly against Qin Tuo’s, and they both downed their drinks.

Seeing this, the others saw their chance. They hurriedly picked up their glasses and took the initiative to toast Qin Tuo.

"Come on, come on, Qin Tuo! I’ll have a drink with you!"

"Here, let’s down three in a row! No one leaves sober!"

Their intentions were obvious to anyone with eyes: they wanted to get Qin Tuo completely hammered.

Han Zilin’s face was filled with worry. She tugged on the corner of Qin Tuo’s sleeve.

"Brother Tu, don’t drink like this. Your body won’t be able to take it."

Qin Tuo smiled slightly, his expression unchanged.

"Don’t worry, Zilin. I know my limits."

From the side, someone taunted:

"Well now, little sister, you’re not even married yet and you’re already so considerate of your man!"

Han Zilin immediately blushed bright red, not daring to say another word.

Zhou Kexin and the group of colleagues took turns trying to get Qin Tuo drunk.

But Qin Tuo didn’t dodge or shy away. As long as someone offered a toast, he drank!

After several rounds of this, most of the people there were already dizzy from drinking.

But Qin Tuo’s expression hadn’t changed in the slightest. He was unnaturally sober.

’Damn it, what’s going on? How is this kid’s alcohol tolerance so high?’

The group was secretly furious but could do nothing about it.

Zhou Kexin in particular, her face flushed red, was both anxious and angry seeing Qin Tuo in this state.

"My turn!"

Suddenly, Wang Lei, who had been sitting the whole time, stood up, holding two bottles of liquor.

"Haha, the boss is making his move! This kid is about to get taken down."

Everyone’s eyes lit up.

Without a doubt, Wang Lei’s drinking capacity was famous throughout the entire sales department.

"Qin Tuo, how about we finish this bottle?"

Wang Lei was all smiles as he skillfully opened a bottle of 53% Feitian Maotai.

Qin Tuo said nonchalantly,

"Whatever you drink, I’ll match you."

Wang Lei’s eyes widened in surprise.

’Cocky bastard!’

’Let’s see how long you can keep up that arrogance!’

The two of them each finished a bottle, and then immediately started a second round.

At this point, the expressions on the crowd’s faces started to look wrong.

’What’s going on?! The boss is already reaching his limit, but this kid already went several rounds with us, and now he’s acting like nothing’s happened!’

Zhou Kexin’s eyes were wide as saucers. She knew her boyfriend’s tolerance for alcohol very well.

Normally, at all sorts of banquets and parties, he was practically undefeated.

This was the first time she had ever seen Wang Lei struggle to keep up.

Finally, Wang Lei waved his hands in surrender, his face pale and looking unwell.

Qin Tuo smiled slightly and put down the empty bottle in his hand.

Hearing Qin Tuo’s laugh, Wang Lei felt extremely annoyed.

"Brother Tu, you’re amazing! You can really hold your liquor!"

Han Zilin was excited, her eyes filled with adoration.

Qin Tuo just chuckled. With his Cultivation Technique, it didn’t matter how much he drank.

Just then, Zhou Kexin, unwilling to give up, had an idea and turned her sights on Han Zilin again.

"Little sister, you’re so pretty. I bet you’re a great singer, too, right?"

Han Zilin shook her head, looking a little embarrassed.

But Zhou Kexin just thrust the microphone at her.