The School Beauty’s Super Rogue
Chapter 67 - 67 67 Brother Wei Has Money

67: Chapter 67 Brother Wei Has Money 67: Chapter 67 Brother Wei Has Money “This…” Qin Hao glanced at Wei Qi with a gleam in his eyes, suspecting that Wei Qi wanted to step on him.

So he smirked to himself; if that’s the case, don’t blame me for making you pay dearly.

Qin Hao pretended to hesitate for a moment, then said, “Isn’t that a bit much?”

Seeing Qin Hao decline again, Wei Qi could hardly hold back his laughter.

He was certain beyond doubt that Qin Hao couldn’t handle his liquor and was trying to dodge a defeat!

That’s why he kept refusing!

“Nothing too much about it, come on, don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you,” Wei Qi said generously.

“Sigh.” Qin Hao sighed insincerely, a mischievous grin in his heart.

Wei Qi was indeed easily baited.

He then said, “Since you’re so insistent, alright then, let’s use Louis XIII to compete!”

What?

Using Louis XIII for a drinking contest?

Is this guy out of his mind or what?

People nearby looked at Qin Hao with incredulous eyes.

This drinking match would take ten bottles; converting it to Louis XIII, it’d be at least hundreds of thousands per person!

The cost of this drink, way too extravagant!

Qin Hao chuckled inwardly.

This bar’s mine; how else could I make you spend if not extravagantly?

Isn’t Wei Qi trying to show off?

How could I not join in such a performance!

After all, I’m so kind, so understanding, a true model youth of a new era, hahaha…

Even Wei Qi’s mouth corner twitched now, thinking, Damn, is Qin Hao looking for a thrill?

“Oh, if you can’t afford it, that’s alright.

I won’t force you.” Qin Hao’s tone was very considerate, but the look he gave Wei Qi was as gentle as if he cared for a poor wretch, making Wei Qi almost vomit blood from anger!

Wei Qi gritted his teeth, shooting a cold glare at Qin Hao, thinking this guy must be bad at drinking and is trying to scare him off, right?

Can’t fall for it!

“Alright then, let’s go for Louis XIII,” Wei Qi quickly said coldly, immediately instructing the bartender to open the Louis XIII bottles.

“Bottoms up, cheers.” At this moment, Qin Hao smiled slightly and, without waiting for Wei Qi to speak, picked up a bottle of Louis XIII, and directly gulped it down to the bottom.

Wei Qi saw this and felt pain in his heart.

Damn, he’s actually drinking it?

This bottle costs fifteen thousand, and you’re drinking it like water without even savoring it?

What a waste!

“I…

I’ll drink too.” Wei Qi’s eyes brimmed with tears as he had no choice but to keep this act up!

But with immense heartache, after finishing one bottle, upon looking up, he realized Qin Hao had already polished off three bottles, still calm and composed as if it’s a walk in the park.

He nearly spat out a mouthful of old blood.

How was this different from imagination?

This is forty-proof Louis XIII, with three bottles down, acting like it’s nothing.

This drinking capacity left the people nearby utterly astonished!

“Drink.”

Qin Hao picked up the fourth bottle, feeling amused.

His capacity for spirits was incredible; beer was easy.

Wasn’t Wei Qi just asking for a beatdown?

Wei Qi, tearfully, picked up the second bottle and painfully finished it only to see Qin Hao already halfway through the fifth bottle!

Complete and utter defeat!

Wei Qi was utterly crushed in this drinking contest by Qin Hao!

“Tricked, damn it, tricked…”

Wei Qi’s heart was bleeding; he finally realized, where was Qin Hao weak at drinking?

This guy’s drinking capacity far surpassed his own; he was just humiliating himself!

Wasn’t he going to go easy on Qin Hao?

Wei Qi thought of this line and felt utterly embarrassed as he was now crushed into pieces.

“Damn it, with such good drinking ability, still pretending to be bad!”

Wei Qi felt his intelligence was insulted by Qin Hao.

He tearfully picked up and started drinking a third bottle.

Each sip of Louis XIII entering his stomach made his heart ache, as it was all money!

He never got to savor it properly; it all turned to plain water.

He felt like crying!

After a long time, when Wei Qi, exhausted, was finally about to finish the fifth bottle, something Qin Hao said almost made Wei Qi break down.

Qin Hao said calmly, “Bring on fifteen more bottles!”

Pfft!

Wei Qi almost collapsed at these words; fifteen bottles, bringing another fifteen bottles…

How much money is that?

“Oh my God, does this guy really want to bring another fifteen bottles?”

“Who is he?

What kind of terrifying person is this?”

“I want to hug his leg, does he give that opportunity?”

Wei Qi’s fair-weather friends were now unanimously fearful and looked at Qin Hao.

They had previously bad-mouthed Qin Hao, and now they were filled with regret!

Instead, they really wanted to cozy up to Qin Hao!

“Sir, are you sure you want fifteen bottles of Louis XIII?”

The nearby bartender asked, also looking utterly shocked.

“Yes.” Qin Hao nodded, not taking it seriously, and looked at Wei Qi with a half-smile.

“Continue?”

Wei Qi was about to cry now, to continue your ass, these fifteen bottles would cost over two hundred thousand.

Where could he find that kind of money?

Wei Qi was contemplating retreating, but feeling the eyes of his friends on him, he knew if he backed down now, he would lose all face.

Could he back down?

No!

Wei Qi was a man who cared about face, especially with Zhao Mengke watching nearby.

He gritted his teeth and said, “I’ll just go to the restroom, wait for me a moment.”

“Alright.”

Qin Hao smiled and nodded, squinting, in a look that said, let’s see how you perform.

Very soon, Wei Qi reached the bar’s restroom.

After a moment’s silence, he took out his phone and said, “Master Qi, it’s Xiao Qi.

I have some business with you today; I want to…

borrow a little high-interest loan, borrow twenty thousand…

Alright, I’ll definitely repay you next month!”

A few minutes later, Wei Qi, with a complex expression, returned to the booth and saw Qin Hao chatting and laughing with Zhao Mengke.

A flash of jealousy crossed his eyes, determined not to lose face today!

“Bring the booze, fifteen bottles of Louis XIII!”

After Wei Qi returned, he waved grandly and said with extreme generosity.

“Brother Wei is mighty!”

Many people nearby lit up with their eyes.

“Please wait a moment, your order is so large; I’ll check if there’s enough Louis XIII in stock.” The bartender smiled apologetically and made a quick exit.

“Qin Hao, today I’m drinking with you to the end; you better not back down!” At this moment, Wei Qi smirked at Qin Hao, seemingly full of confidence.

Qin Hao laughed; this fool was a pleasant surprise, who wouldn’t exploit him?

Imagine how Wei Qi would feel if he knew this bar belonged to him?

“Hehe, Qin Hao won’t back down, baby believes in him.

But some people shouldn’t cry later,” Zhao Mengke said with a half-smile at Wei Qi.

“Heh, cry?

Impossible!

I, Wei Qi, have plenty of money!” Wei Qi said defiantly, full of arrogance, and his fair-weather friends had shining eyes, full of admiration.

Soon the bartender followed someone back, politely returning.

The person leading the group was Tiger Hunter.

“I heard you two want fifteen bottles of Louis XIII each?” Tiger Hunter said coolly, glancing at Wei Qi.

“Yes,” Wei Qi nodded.

Qin Hao also gave an “mmmh.”

“Here’s the entire stock, exactly thirty bottles,” Tiger Hunter snapped his fingers, and thirty bottles of Louis XIII were placed on the table.

He then said to Wei Qi, “Your fifteen bottles, after rounding off, total twenty-two thousand.”

“Swipe the card!” Wei Qi heroically tossed his bank card.

The bartender swiped it, showing a successful payment.

“Damn it, what’s Qin Hao got to compare with my Brother Wei?”

Then a short-haired guy stood up, slapping the table, looking at Wei Qi with immense admiration, giving him a thumbs up, and saying, “My Brother Wei, rich as hell!”