Lai Junjie's face was as white as paper, and he obviously couldn't drink anymore, but he was still a little unconvinced, but because of the other party's identity, he held back and said: "Secretary Wang, I really can't drink anymore."

"No! You must drink! If you don't drink, you won't be able to leave tonight." Wang Liang refused.

Bai Qingxin couldn't see it and said angrily: "Wang Liang, are you crazy? Look, he can't drink anymore. If he drinks any more, something will happen."

Wang Liang squinted his eyes and looked at Lai Junjie, nodded, then looked around at everyone present and said: "Well, you can find someone to drink for you. Three full glasses, there are six liang of foreign wine."

Lai Junjie gritted his teeth with hatred. He was already a lowly person, but he just liked Bai Qingxin. He couldn't even say a few words to her. Wang Mazi, you are so damn overbearing. But he really can't drink foreign wine. Let's keep drinking it.

You have to go to the hospital to get an injection.

But who can drink so much wine for him? Among these classmates, Bai Qingxin is loyal and loyal, but she is a girl and her drinking capacity is average. Besides, if a woman comes to save the matter, she might as well drink herself to death.

Bai Qingqing and others came to persuade him, but Wang Liang still refused to let go. Lai Junjie endured it again and again. If he offended Wang Liang, he would give up on the county magistrate and forget about promotion.

"I'll do it!" A clear and sonorous voice suddenly sounded.

Everyone hurriedly followed the sound, and it turned out to be Ma Ming, who had been sitting quietly at the end.

He was calm and relaxed, and the few rounds of wine just now seemed to have left no trace on his face.

Bai Qingxin looked at him in surprise and said, "Ma Ming, don't make trouble, it's none of your business."

No one has ever thought that Ma Ming has a good drinker, because he is not a showy person, he rarely drinks, and he doesn't make many toasts, but he won't refuse anyone who proposes a toast. In a wine shop, as long as he doesn't take the initiative to find others to drink.

, generally don’t drink too much.

This kind of person is generally regarded as a person who does not drink much.

Lai Junjie looked at Ma Ming gratefully. He did not expect that Ma Ming, who was in the worst situation, would stand up for him. On the contrary, those who usually called him brothers were forced by Wang Liang's power and chose to remain silent.

Wang Liang sneered and said: "You are in the same boat, right? Well, I will help you, a grassroots servant of the people!" After saying that, he winked, and Chen Chen from the county office immediately poured a full bottle for Ma Ming.

The cup was full, but Wang Liang's cup was half full.

Lai Junjie glared and said dissatisfied: "Wang Liang, why did you drink half a cup?"

"The rules have changed. Because you don't drink, I will only drink half a cup. If you think it's unfair, come and drink with me." Wang Liang said in a serious tone.

Ma Ming smiled and said, "It's okay. I'll have a drink and you'll have half a drink."

After saying that, Ma Ming picked up the wine glass and drank two ounces of foreign wine into his stomach in one breath.

Wang Liang was slightly surprised, then smiled coldly and arrogantly, and drank the wine in the cup.

Then came the second cup, and Ma Ming drank it all in one gulp again. In the second cup, Wang Liang had even less wine than the first time.

Lai Junjie was furious and despised Wang Liang even more. At the same time, he was extremely grateful to Ma Ming.

After drinking three glasses, Ma Ming's face and eyes were a little red, and he was a little dizzy, but his consciousness was clear.

Wang Liang has a good drinker. He drank so much just now and still stood tall.

"Sure, Ma Ming, I have developed a good drinking courage in the countryside." Wang Liang came over, looked at him a few times, and suddenly patted him heavily on the shoulder, wishing he could knock him to the ground.

Ma Ming was covered in tendons and had no reaction, but Wang Liang was shocked and his hands hurt.

Ma Ming smiled naively and said, "It's okay."

"Then keep drinking!" Wang Liang yelled, but Chen Chen told him that he had finished drinking the two three-pound bottles of foreign wine and there was no more wine. Then he smiled flatteringly and said: "Boss, don't you have Maotai? Let's

Let’s try it too.”

Everyone shouted: "Drink Moutai! Drink Moutai! Drink Moutai!"

At that time, a bottle of Moutai was about 2,600 yuan, and it was a luxury product. However, in small and poor counties, everyone’s monthly income was only three to four thousand yuan, and they had just started working. In addition to going to high-end wine bureaus with big leaders, they could drink it.

, which is usually hard to see.

Wang Liang looked around the crowd, feeling everyone's expectant and eager eyes, and felt quite proud. He took out the Corolla's car keys, threw them to Chen Chen and said, "Go get two bottles from my car!" In fact, he only had two bottles in the car.

bottle.

"Okay!" Chen Chen was so happy that he trotted out and returned five minutes later with two Moutai wine packaging bags in his hand. He then took out the two bottles of wine and carefully placed them on the table.

Everyone praised it and were eager to try it. After all, it was Moutai, and the foreign wine they just drank only cost 300 yuan per bottle.

Wang Liang skillfully opened the packaging bag of a bottle of Moutai, twisted off the cap, threw it into the trash can, and showed off to Ma Ming: "Moutai, have you never seen it?" Then he raised the bottle to him.

In front of me, "Come and smell it, the sauce-flavored one, haven't you ever drank it?"

"Not really." Ma Ming said perfunctorily.

He seemed stunned, but he was calm and calm beyond ordinary people. As he spoke, he picked up a beer glass from the table and gestured to fill it up.

Wang Liang and others were all stunned. This was a 53-degree strong drink. There were 2 taels in the full glass. It was white and fresh. Lai Junjie thought to himself whether Ma Ming was crazy. He drank so much just now. Does he still want to drink so hard?

"Come on, Secretary Wang." Ma Ming smiled honestly, as if he was joking, but also seemed to be provocative.

"Come on, come on, who's afraid of whom?!" Wang Liang said, filling himself a glass.

Ma Ming did not drink, but put the wine to his nose, smelled it, then took a sip, tasted it, his expression changed, he stared at Wang Liang, shook his head and smiled bitterly, which made Wang Liang puzzled: "Are you stupid?

What are you laughing at?"

"I can't drink this Moutai." Ma Ming said seriously, looking a little confused.

Wang Liang raised his eyebrows proudly and said, "You don't want to drink such a good wine? Are you stupid or scared?"

Although Bai Qingqing didn't want him to drink anymore, she saw that he suddenly got cold feet and was a little unwilling. She really hoped that the cockroach Ma Ming could keep slapping Wang Liang in the face. Wang Liang has been pursuing her for the past six months, but she has never agreed. The reason for attending the party today

, mainly because there are good sisters and friends in it. At the same time, Lai Junjie also likes her. She has a slight affection for him, but it is far from the point of falling in love, but this is enough to make Wang Liang jealous.

At this time, Ma Ming looked helpless and sighed: "How dare I drink your fake wine?"

As soon as the words came out of my mouth, I was shocked.

"You're talking nonsense!" Wang Liang couldn't believe his ears. He actually dared to say that my wine was fake? This was a gift given to his father. His father was a division-level leader of the Municipal Land and Resources Bureau. He could

He was selected to be the county magistrate's secretary because of his father's status.

Lai Junjie slandered: Isn’t Ma Ming from a poor family? He has been working in the countryside. He should have never drunk Moutai, so he can’t know whether it is true or false. What kind of medicine is he selling in his gourd?

Bai Qingxin covered her face and couldn't watch anymore.

Ma Ming picked up another empty glass, poured half of the white wine out of the beer glass, raised the glass to Wang Liang, and said calmly: "Did you see? When the wine enters the glass, there are no bubbles. The technical term is called raw flowers. Really?"

There will be small bubbles in Moutai, and the bubbles will disappear soon, and the wine will become a little chaotic afterwards, but your so-called Moutai does not. This is one of the reasons."

After saying that, Ma Ming took another sip, smacked his lips and said: "Second, real Moutai is sweet and refreshing, pungent but not spicy, hot but not burning. This wine of yours irritates the throat and makes drinking it uncomfortable."

He stretched out his hand to signal. Chen Chen didn't know why, but he still handed over the bottle.

Ma Ming took it over and inspected it carefully, pointed to the red ribbon on the neck of the bottle, and said seriously: "Third, the red ribbon of real wine is bright in color, and there is an invisible team pattern inside, but yours is dull in color, and there is no

Team. Fourth, the notations in the registered trademark are connected and the writing is not precise. It cannot even do this. To be honest, the level of counterfeiting is very average."

Everyone was shocked. No one thought that Ma Ming, a poor boy and a rustic, was so knowledgeable about Moutai that he was like an expert!
Chapter completed!