187 Soul-Sealing Spike (1/2)
With Blood of the Hero used as bait, the militants who just had a sip of the wine and whose yearning for it had not yet subsided could not put up much of a fight.
Besides, they were going to be here for about ten days and they had so many ulterior plans to be carried out in the dark; it would not be beneficial if they got into a fight with this appointed tour guide of theirs.
Yun Yang, you want to act? You won't be the only one who knows how to do so!
An eye for an eye, this is what we’re the best at!
”Good, good. Young Master Yun is straightforward indeed.”
A bearded general stood up and laughed. ”We must have some more of this wine indeed.”
”Of course. One thousand and five hundred silver taels for a pot, how many are we taking?” Yun Yang said breezily, ”Who’s paying?”
The bearded generals stared mutely at him for a long while. He breathed for some time but could not manage to spit a number out.
Did you not just say you wanted to get us the wine?
Yun Yang looked back at him with clear, glassy eyes that screamed justice and righteousness, saying frankly, ”I said I would buy you all a few pots of wine; I’ll definitely do it but it’ll indeed only be a few pots. Are you sure a few pots can satiate the whole bunch of you? Are you intending for me to pay for the rest? What’s the reasoning for this?”
Who could have defended against such nonsense delivered with so much righteousness?
The bearded general fumed quietly but did not dare argue with Yun Yang. After all, all the generals here would not be this child's opponent even when they combined forces to see who was more shameless. What was more, he was alone; it was better not to humiliate himself.
”I will!”
The bearded general rummaged for bank notes while gritting his teeth and clenching his jaw tightly.
His first move here was actually footing the bill!
Although he knew that to put up a tough front was important, he was still indignant that he had scrambled to be the first to suffer the loss.
”Just exactly how many pots are we planning to buy? We have quite a number of people here, there's a total of two hundred people.” Yun Yang asked generously, ”Would a hundred pots suffice?”
The general gritted his teeth, holding in his anger. ”A pot is twenty catties so a hundred pots will make two thousand catties. How can we finish so much? A hundred pots?”
In the end, the bearded general gave in with a generous wave of his arm upon catching the odd gazes of the other generals around.
He would not lose his face here.
”General is easygoing indeed! A character to behold, effortlessly forthright!”
Yun Yang accepted the bank notes and laughed. ”I shall proceed with the purchase of wine now. Hmm, and the side dishes… Shopkeeper, keeper! Come here! Pick your signature dishes and serve these twenty tables… See that easygoing general over there? He’ll foot the bill!”
Yun Yang exited the place, face glowing. ”I shall go get the wine now, I’ll be fast. Returning in a second!”
Before he finished his words, he was already out the door and disappeared into the crowd.
The aforementioned general glared but his entire being was in a stupor.
This bastard! He actually tossed the dishes’ bill to me as well?
How… how many silver taels did I bring?
These silver taels are for my brothers’ wine when I go back!
By the looks of it, he would be bankrupt after this meal.
The other generals who were from the same country stood up quietly and said, ”Dayuan will pay for this meal.”
A glint erupted in Han Sanhe’s eyes – it seemed that Dayuan’s generals were rather united after all.
According to what he knew, this bearded general was hot tempered and did not share a good relationship with his comrades. However, the rest of them did not push him further down the hell hole this time round, but chose to forgo their personal grudges and bought this meal under Dayuan’s name.
Even though Yun Yang’s trick to expend their wealth was a shot right in the gut, sharing the cost out among fifty people reduced the pressure greatly. They would suffer a loss but it was not unbearable.
…
That night, the Tower To Heaven Inn was brightly lit with lanterns in a merry atmosphere. Yun Yang held on to the wine and was going around, toasting anyone he could see.
”Come, come. Cheers!”
”Let us have another bowl!”
”Let us drink this together!”
”Everyone is forthright indeed, come!”
”Men of military indeed, have another go!”
”This wine is really good. I can feel my blood on fire drinking it. Come, come, let’s drink!”
As the drinking went on, some of the generals were unhappy.
”Each of us drinks one full bowl but you’re only taking a sip. What’s the meaning of this?”
”You have drunk with all of us but this bowl of yours hasn’t even gone down by even half yet, has it?”
”This child is cheating!”
A few of them charged over.
Swish!
Yun Yang emptied his bowl in one gulp. ”Alright, let’s begin for real!”
The gathered crowd felt slightly faint upon hearing his words. Was the earlier drinking session just for show?
Admittedly, Yun Yang’s alcohol tolerance was commendable, holding his own ground after downing bowl after bowl of the potent brew.
As the group drank late into the night, most of them were strewn all over the place, collapsed from drinking too much.