One person: Starting with the Rumble-Rumble Fruit, his grandmaster uncle emerges from seclusion.

"You're right. Why think so much? It's exhausting."

"This toast is to your...social dance."

"Cheers!" Zhuge Qing laughed and downed the drink in one gulp.

Laughter filled the air around the campfire.

Zhang Tianyi looked at these young faces.

Looking at Zhuge Qing, who had put aside his airs, Wang Ye, who was no longer lazy, Zhang Chulan, who was shameless but had a sincere smile, and Yun, who was holding a beer and looking completely bewildered.

He took a swig of ice-cold beer, enjoying the sensation of the carbonated bubbles bursting in his throat.

The firelight reflected off his sunglasses, casting a warm glow.

"so good."

Zhang Tianyi sighed softly to himself.

There was no war, no separation of life and death.

This is the future he wants to protect, and it's the situation that his old-fashioned senior brother Zhang Zhiwei is desperately trying to maintain.

"Now that you're awake, let's have some fun with you little ones."

Zhang Tianyi's lips curled into a slight smile. He suddenly raised the wine bottle and roared at the starry sky:

"DJ! Turn the volume up to the max!!"

"Tonight, we're not leaving until we're drunk!!"

"Ooooooo!!!"

Cheers resounded through the sky, turning the night at Longhu Mountain into its most dazzling color.

Chapter 26 Drinking Red Star liquor won't do! We still need Maotai!

The bonfire burned brighter and brighter, turning the night sky over Longhu Mountain a deep red.

The cheesy DJ from the speakers continued, and the atmosphere grew increasingly lively.

Zhang Tianyi, carrying a half-empty bottle of beer and humming an unknown tune, walked past a group of strange people playing a drinking game, his gaze settling on an old tree not far away.

There, Feng Baobao was squatting alone.

In front of her was a plate of peanuts left over by someone, and in her hand she was holding a green glass bottle, tilting her head back and gulping them down.

The way they were acting didn't look like they were drinking alcohol; it was more like they were drinking plain water to quench their thirst.

As Zhang Tianyi approached and took a closer look, his brows immediately furrowed.

The green bottle prominently displayed five large characters: Red Star Erguotou.

Moreover, it's the kind of cheap stuff that's the strongest, most potent, and costs only a dozen yuan a bottle.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Zhang Tianyi squatted down, extended a finger, and pressed down on the bottom of the bottle that Feng Baobao was about to put into her mouth.

"Girl, this is all you drink?"

Feng Baobao paused, put down the bottle, and a hint of doubt appeared on her expressionless face, with a drop of clear wine still hanging from her lips.

"Um... what's up?"

She blinked and explained very seriously:

"This is powerful, cheap, and filling."

"Enough to fill you up?"

Zhang Tianyi almost burst out laughing. Does this girl eat alcohol like it's food?

He looked at the bottle of Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) that reeked of industrial alcohol and shook his head in disgust.

"This is too shabby. We are people of status, and we're having a party on Longhu Mountain. If word gets out that you're drinking this, I'll think Xu Si is abusing you."

"Throw it away, throw it away. This stuff makes you drunk and your head will be buzzing the next day."

Without waiting for a reply, Zhang Tianyi snatched the Erguotou (a type of Chinese liquor) from Feng Baobao's hand and tossed it behind him.

Snapped!

The bottle shattered in the grass.

Feng Baobao stared longingly at the flying bottle, her eyes revealing obvious heartache, like a child whose candy had been taken away.

"That's my wine..."

"Alright, don't worry about those two dollars."

Zhang Tianyi stood up, put his hands on his hips, and yelled at Zhang Chulan, who was bragging to someone in the center of the crowd:

"Zhang Chulan!!"

That shout used a bit of thunderous tone, making it extremely penetrating.

Zhang Chulan, who was standing on a beer crate, red-faced and shouting as he played a drinking game with Lu Linglong, suddenly jolted and instinctively stood at attention.

"Here! Good heavens! What's up?!"

"Go! Get me some good wine!"

Zhang Tianyi waved his hand grandly, displaying boundless pride:

"Don't try to fool me with beer or wine! I want baijiu! I want that... Moutai! Yes, Feitian Moutai! Bring me a few cases!"

"What?! Moutai... Moutai?!"

Zhang Chulan's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he ran over with a pained expression:

"Good heavens! This is Longhu Mountain, not a state banquet venue! Where am I supposed to get you a few cases of Moutai this late at night? Besides, that stuff is so expensive, and our budget..."

"Stop talking nonsense."

Zhang Tianyi rolled her eyes at him and pointed towards the high platform:

“I just saw that old man Lu Jin had a lot of special supply liquor stuffed in the trunk of his car. Go and tell him it was my idea to borrow a few boxes to moisten our throats.”

“If that old bastard doesn’t give it to me, just tell him I’m going to his room tomorrow to talk to him about the details of him wetting his pants seventy years ago.”

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan immediately perked up and slapped his thigh:

"Alright! Heavens, wait a moment! Your grandson is off to rob... oh no, to borrow some wine!"

After saying that, Zhang Chulan swept towards the VIP accommodation area like a gust of wind.

Less than ten minutes later.

Zhang Chulan came running back, panting, carrying two heavy boxes in his arms, followed by several young Taoist priests, each carrying two boxes.

"Good heavens! It's here! When Grandpa Lu heard your name, he was extremely happy and had me bring it over without even unpacking the boxes!"

"Of course, would he dare to be unhappy?"

Zhang Tianyi chuckled and, without even using a bottle opener, ran his finger across the box.

Stab it!

The sealing tape broke instantly.

He casually picked up a bottle, looked at the classic red ribbon and milky white porcelain bottle, and nodded in satisfaction.

"This is what people should drink."

Back when he transmigrated, he was just an ordinary office worker, how could he bear to drink this stuff?

After being transported to this world, he was imprisoned for over seventy years.

Today, we must make up for all the mistakes of the past few decades!

"Here, girl, try this."

Zhang Tianyi unscrewed the bottle cap, and a rich, mellow aroma, imbued with the patina of time, instantly wafted out, completely overpowering the smell of the cheap beer around him.

He didn't even take a glass; he simply handed the entire bottle of wine to Feng Baobao.

Feng Baobao sniffed, her expression of sympathy for Erguotou instantly changing.

"It smells good."

She took the bottle and, without any hesitation, tilted her head back and took a big gulp.

"Gudong!"

The wine is as smooth as silk as it goes down your throat. It doesn't have the pungent smell of Erguotou. Instead, a warm current flows through your body instantly, leaving a long-lasting aftertaste.

Feng Baobao's dull eyes suddenly lit up, like light bulbs that had been switched on.

"Delicious."

She gave the most unadorned yet highest praise.

"Drink as much as you like, there's plenty!"

Zhang Tianyi opened a bottle for himself, clinked it with Feng Baobao's, and then tilted his head back and took a big gulp.

"Ah—! That's awesome!"

The aroma of this Moutai is just too overpowering.

The strange people who were originally drinking beer around here all had incredibly sharp noses and immediately came over as soon as they smelled the aroma.

"Holy crap? What's that smell? It smells amazing!"

"Moutai?! And it's aged original liquor?! Holy crap, what kind of family does this guy come from? Throwing special-supply Moutai at a party?"

"Pikachu! I want to try some too! Can I have a bite?"

In no time, Zhang Tianyi and Feng Baobao were surrounded by people.

There were discerning people like Zhuge Qing and Wang Ye, as well as people like Lu Linglong and Zhi Jinhua who were just there for the fun of it all, and even people like Canglong Fatty who wanted to freeload.

Everyone's eyes lit up when they saw those boxes of Moutai.

"Come on, come on! Everyone who sees this gets a share!"