Not talking about wealth, nor abilities, just by looks alone, Liu Yang is far inferior to Zhang Jingdong.
So Li Yue is quietly weighing things in her heart.
Zhang Jingdong sensed the change in everyone's mood, so he casually said, "Alright, let's head to the bar first. It's still too soon to tell who will win!"
"But I'll put it out there, my drinking capacity is really good. If you can actually beat me, I'll give each of you a hundred thousand cash!"
Upon hearing this, everyone immediately broke into a cheer.
"Boss Zhang, once a promise is made, it's hard to take back—we'll give it our all!"
"Boss Zhang, you're so generous; we won't be stingy either. If you win tonight, we'll do whatever you say!"
With laughter and chattering, everyone left the restaurant.
Upon reaching the roadside, they hailed two cabs and arrived at YE Bar together.
It was already close to 9 PM, the bar's busiest time.
