Fang Ming couldn’t resist Zhang Zuolin.
With a helpless expression, he was dragged by Zhang Zuolin to drink, and the matter of the paynt had to be put aside temporarily.
At the drinking table.
As the alcohol took effect, Zhang Zuolin almost made Fang Ming his sworn brother, and the new viewers in the live stream were all exclaiming "666".
[Wow, is he really drinking up a storm?]
[The strear wasn’t bluffing, they’re really becoming sworn brothers.]
[Seriously? Didn’t you notice they didn’t ntion the paynt all this ti?]
[What’s there to ntion? With them getting along like this, how could he possibly owe money and not pay it?]
[Exactly, if they’re almost sworn brothers, what’s the problem with a little money?]
[Being able to woo a warlord to this extent, you’re one of a kind.]
Looking at the flood of comnts.
Fang Ming just wanted to say.
I’m a dignified modern person from Blue Star.
Casually revealing so knowledge is a dinsional reduction strike here, isn’t it easy to impress a local NPC?
But he was also a little tipsy by now.
Even though everything inside the Virtual Body Sensing Pod is simulated.
The almost 100% simulation made Fang Ming feel dizzy and intoxicated even though he was drinking in the ga.
Fang Ming tried to stay sober, grabbing Zhang Zuolin’s hand on the table:
"Big...big brother."
"About the goods...."
Zhang Zuolin, also drunk with a flushed face, patted Fang Ming’s shoulder:
"Don’t...worry, brother!"
"Although I, old Zhang, might con... the little Japan!"
"But when it cos to brothers, absolutely this!"
Saying this, Zhang Zuolin gave a thumbs up.
Then Zhang Zuolin patted Fang Ming’s shoulder and said earnestly, albeit drunkenly:
"Those little Japans... dare to strut on our territory without consulting old Zhang."
"They won’t get back a single penny owed to them."
"But as for a brother’s paynt, easy!"
"I’m about to head to the Capital City to fight, and once I return after the battle."
"Don’t even ntion this batch of goods..."
"Even if it’s doubled or increased tenfold, I, old Zhang, can handle it."
"Just depends on your ability, brother, on how much you can bring back."
Fang Ming took a sip of wine, waved his hand, and said with a grin:
"Big brother, however much you can consu, I can supply."
"Put it this way!"
"Even if this batch were tenfold, that would still be a breeze for , your brother."
This was not Fang Ming bragging.
When the custom mode started, he chose an asset of over ten million, and the equipnt transported this ti only cost hundreds of thousands, less than one-tenth.
If he spent his entire fortune on arms, it would be more than tenfold.
Upon hearing this.
Zhang Zuolin’s smile widened:
"Good, good, good!"
"With your word, little brother, I’m relieved!"
"Tonight I’ll give you a welco banquet, tomorrow I’ll head to the Capital and deal with Feng Guozhang, and settle that backstabbing Duan Qirui..."
"His gold and silver, little brother, feel free to take your pick!"
"I’ll even bring you a couple of Duan Qirui’s concubines."
"What is that paynt compared to this!!!"
Upon hearing this, Fang Ming also smiled and raised his glass:
"Exactly, it’s nothing!!!"
With a crisp "ding," the glasses interchanged once more at the table.
And then....
With a loud thud.
Fang Ming, overwheld by the drink, collapsed on the table and fell asleep, and the live stream’s view descended into darkness.
At this ti, neither Fang Ming nor the Blue Star viewers knew that as Fang Ming was passed out, a drunken-looking Zhang Zuolin nudged Fang Ming:
"Little brother?"
"Really drunk?"
After confirming Fang Ming was sound asleep, Zhang Zuolin slowly stood up, his face showing no signs of being drunk.
"Xishun! Xishun!"
Xishun rushed in from outside:
"Marshal."
Zhang Zuolin waved his hand:
"Give him the prepared silver dollars tomorrow."
Xishun was a bit surprised:
"Really give it?"
Zhang Zuolin waved his hand:
"This guy...is quite wealthy."
"What’s a few hundred thousand in equipnt? Just tell him I’m heading to the Capital City tomorrow."
"Urge him to bring another big batch soon...."
"His grandmother’s."
"Whose young master is this fool that he can live until now?"
"Luckily he t , old Zhang."
"If he t those other bastards, he’d likely have no life left."
Fang Ming naturally knew nothing of Zhang Zuolin and Xishun’s conversation.
Because he was already knocked out, in a state of deep sleep, while the live stream was equally pitch black.
Neither seeing nor hearing anything happening within the ga.
However, with a popped-out option, Fang Ming exited the ga, waiting for the ga to skip the cutscene:
"Don’t worry, brothers, it’s just a lot of drinking."
"I’ll be out of it for about five minutes in the ga, then it’ll be morning."
Fang Ming was already used to this, chatting with the stream in the anti:
"So, how about it?"
"Do you believe in my capability now?"
"This dirt warlord."
"Is easily subdued."
But the Blue Star stream followers retorted:
[Subduing, my ass, you still didn’t get any money all night.]
[Right, you ntioned the paynt several tis, he just diverted it each ti, you’re probably done for.]
[Strear, just hurry and check in the ga, what if you got stabbed?]
[Yeah, maybe you got stabbed, and it’s ti to hit the restart button.]
[Poor Ming, toiling for months, delivering supplies and ammo to others.]
[Co on, were you really knocked out by just a couple of concubines?]
Looking at the comnts, Fang Ming cut to the chase and went back into the ga, waiting:
"Just watch how I turn the tables."
As he said this.
The ga prompted, and Fang Ming switched back, the screen gradually lighting up.
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