Chapter 65

Drinking? Mo Zhitao was taken aback for a moment, then he felt a surge of joy. This was an opportunity. If Wang Mengxin got drunk, he could get her to reveal some information about the Wang family.

"If Director Wang drinks, I will drink," Mo Zhitao said with a smile.

"Alright, let's have a bottle of Maotai," Wang Mengxin said with a smile.

She also had her own intentions. She had a natural high tolerance for alcohol and could drink up to three liters of liquor. Therefore, she wanted to drink with Mo Zhitao to get some medicinal formulas from him.

"Mengxin, alcohol can cloud one's judgment. I like you so much, I'm afraid I might do something inappropriate if I get drunk," Mo Zhitao said with a deliberate laugh.

"Really? I can drink a bit too. How about this, let's see who can drink more tonight. The winner gets a prize, what do you think?" Wang Mengxin asked.

Mo Zhitao's heart skipped a beat. It seemed that tonight's drinking session was a trap. Otherwise, Wang Mengxin wouldn't be so kind as to invite him to drink.

"Mengxin, what prize do you want?"

"I want the antidote formula, is that okay?" Wang Mengxin's beautiful eyes looked at Mo Zhitao, making him feel warm inside.

No wonder people say the hardest thing to pass is the beauty's test. A beauty like Wang Mengxin, with just a glance, could make a man lose his soul.

"Just tell me what prize you want, don't make it too heavy. I'm a girl, and I can't drink as much as you," Wang Mengxin gave Mo Zhitao a flirtatious look.

"Hehe, Mengxin, you underestimate yourself," Mo Zhitao was on guard. If Wang Mengxin dared to drink with him, she must be able to handle one or two liters. His own tolerance was average. Should he dare to bet with her?

"I don't dare to bet with you, but if the conditions are good, I might give it a try."

"What prize do you want?" Wang Mengxin asked.

"If you lose, let me kiss you," Mo Zhitao said.

"No way," Wang Mengxin shook her head. "If you win, I'll give you one million. How about that?"

Wang Mengxin would rather pay one million than let Mo Zhitao kiss her.

"Mengxin, come on, let's eat. Even if we don't make a deal, we can still be friends, hehe," Mo Zhitao said with a smile, picking up his chopsticks to eat.

Wang Mengxin said angrily, "Mo Zhitao, I'm betting one million for your formula. You don't want to? Or, you give me the formula, and I'll give you one million."

Wang Mengxin knew that a powerful formula was worth far more than one million. She wanted to take advantage of Mo Zhitao's lack of market knowledge.

Mo Zhitao shrugged helplessly, "Comrade Wang Mengxin, do you think I'm a fool? The profit from my family's secret formula is far more than one million."

"Then let's bet. You might win and get one million without giving me the formula," Wang Mengxin said.

"In my eyes, kissing you is better than one million," Mo Zhitao said with a smile, shaking his head.

"Alright, I'll bet with you," Wang Mengxin said, gritting her teeth. "Mo Zhitao, I hope you don't cheat me, or I won't be easy to bully."

Mo Zhitao said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll accept the bet. If I lose, I'll give you the antidote formula. My antidote can treat common venomous bites. Any pharmaceutical company that produces it will make a fortune."

"Alright, waiter, bring a bottle of Maotai," Wang Mengxin was determined. For the sake of the Wang family's business, she had to get Mo Zhitao's antidote formula tonight. She was well-prepared and confident she wouldn't lose.

"Mengxin, let's eat something first before we drink. We don't want to hurt ourselves," Mo Zhitao said.

Wang Mengxin looked at Mo Zhitao, "Mo Zhitao, are you scared? Let's start with three cups."

Actually, before Mo Zhitao came in, Wang Mengxin had already eaten something. She was deliberately trying to trick him.

"Alright, three cups it is," Mo Zhitao didn't expect Wang Mengxin to be so cunning. He poured a cup of liquor for each of them and said, "Let's start with the first cup."

"First cup," Wang Mengxin drank slowly, only finishing half before putting it down.

Mo Zhitao had already finished his first cup. Seeing Wang Mengxin's behavior, he said, "Mengxin, you can't do that. I've finished mine, you should finish yours too."

Mo Zhitao had never seen Wang Mengxin drink before, so he assumed her tolerance wasn't that good.

"Alright, I'll drink," Wang Mengxin slowly finished her first cup and pretended to cough.

"Cough, what kind of alcohol is this? It's so hard to drink?"

"This is Maotai," Mo Zhitao said.

"It's good alcohol. Let's have the second cup," Mo Zhitao was excited seeing Wang Mengxin's discomfort.

He wanted to get her drunk quickly and kiss her. In the past, he had never even held her hand. Now he realized he had been foolish, letting such a woman be taken by a pig like Luo Dakan.

After the third cup, Wang Mengxin's face was flushed and very cute. Mo Zhitao looked at her, knowing that this was a common reaction for someone who couldn't hold their liquor.

"Let's have three more cups," Mo Zhitao, who could usually drink one or two liters, was not afraid.

Although he was very hungry, he wanted to take advantage of the situation and get Wang Mengxin drunk. If he kissed her, would she like him? If she did, he could use her to understand the relationship between the Wang family and Cheng Hai, and whether they had any collusion.

However, Mo Zhitao miscalculated. After the sixth cup, although Wang Mengxin drank reluctantly, her face was still red, but she wasn't drunk.

"Mo, Mo Zhitao, are you drunk? If you are, give me the formula. I don't want to force you," Wang Mengxin said deliberately in a dazed manner.

"Hehe, I'm not drunk yet," Mo Zhitao said.

"Mengxin, are you drunk?"

"I'm not drunk. Let's have three more cups," Wang Mengxin poured more liquor for Mo Zhitao.

Before long, the bottle of Maotai was finished. Wang Mengxin called the waiter, "Waiter, bring two more bottles."

"Two more bottles?" Mo Zhitao looked at Wang Mengxin, feeling he had fallen into a trap. All her talk about not being able to drink was a lie. He had been tricked.

"Wang Mengxin, I didn't expect you to be so good at hiding your true abilities."

Wang Mengxin, hearing Mo Zhitao's sarcasm, sat up straight and said, "Mo Zhitao, I want to see who will win today."

"Alright," Mo Zhitao felt his stomach churning. He hadn't eaten much, so he immediately started eating.

Seeing that Wang Mengxin wasn't eating, he became even more anxious, "Wang Mengxin, have you already eaten?"

"Hehe, I'm not hungry, you eat," Wang Mengxin said with a smile.

Mo Zhitao, drinking on an empty stomach, had already consumed half a liter of liquor, which was harmful to his liver and stomach. This gave her an advantage.

"Hmph, Mo Zhitao, you'll regret this."

Mo Zhitao quickly ate some food, but he could already feel his stomach reacting. He cursed officials in his heart.

Wang Mengxin opened the two bottles and said, "Mo Zhitao, let's each have a bottle. We'll call for more after these."

"Alright, let's drink," Mo Zhitao was cautious. Wang Mengxin looked very energetic, indicating her high tolerance. He had only eaten half a meal and didn't dare to eat more.

After another bottle of Maotai, Mo Zhitao felt dizzy. He had already drunk one and a half liters, and if he drank more, he would get drunk.

Wang Mengxin went out and called the waiter to bring four more bottles. At the same time, she took an antidote pill from her jeans. She had already taken one before drinking and was now strengthening her protection.

Mo Zhitao, no matter how good your tolerance is, if you don't drink four liters, you won't win. I'm determined to get the antidote formula.

When Mo Zhitao saw the waiter bring four more bottles of Maotai, his head spun.

"Mengxin, we're friends, let's not play this game. Let's call it a draw, okay?"

"How can that be?" Wang Mengxin looked at Mo Zhitao coldly. "Why don't you admit defeat? I won't force you to drink more. Mo Zhitao, I can drink five liters."

Because it was a bet, Wang Mengxin exaggerated her tolerance to create a strong atmosphere, making Mo Zhitao afraid and unwilling to bet with her, thus winning without a fight.

"You can drink five liters?" Mo Zhitao's face turned pale.

Damn, he had indeed fallen into Wang Mengxin's trap. She had invited him to dinner and then bet on drinking. She had eaten in advance and probably taken something to sober up, giving him no advantage.

Wang Mengxin nodded with a smile, "Yes, what do you think? Let's have another bottle?"

"Wait, I need to go to the bathroom," Mo Zhitao stood up and said.

"Mo Zhitao, you won't hide in there for hours, right?" Wang Mengxin mocked. "I'll give you five minutes. If you don't come out, you lose. And you can't vomit in there, or you lose."

"Tsk, I'm not that kind of person. I just need to go quickly. How about you come with me and monitor me?" Mo Zhitao said with a lecherous smile.

Wang Mengxin's face turned even redder, and she glared at Mo Zhitao, "I won't go in, but I'll listen outside to see if you vomit."

"Alright, whatever," Mo Zhitao took his bag and went to the bathroom.

He quickly took out a silver needle and applied it to his lung and liver acupoints to protect his stomach and liver. Then he applied it to his spleen and stomach acupoints to disperse the alcohol in his body. After a few applications, Mo Zhitao felt much better.

Finally, Mo Zhitao activated the Yin-Yang Technique, and the true qi began to drive out the alcohol from his body and stimulate some acupoints.