Back to the Past to Become a Fishing King-Chapter 596 - 342: The Contradictory Han Mocheng

"What's everyone doing? Why's everyone acting so uptight? We weren't like this when we were munching on roast lamb!" Han Mocheng put down the bottle in his hand, grinned, and glanced at the people seated around.

"It's only a regular gathering, yet we're drinking such good liquor, the standard is a bit high! Everyone's a bit bewildered! Don't laugh at me; I've grown up this much and still haven't had Maotai more than a few times!" Zhang Yang chimed in at the right moment.

"Come on! Everyone, don't be nervous! How much this stuff is worth has nothing to do with us! The liquor was gifted to my old man, and I didn't pay for it! Let's have a taste, let's have a taste!" Han Mocheng continued explaining.

"If you ask me, tasting from the opened bottle is enough! We shouldn't open the other bottle! None of us rough folks truly understand liquor; drinking such good stuff is pure waste!" Zhou Chu said with a pout, joining in the conversation.

It was better not to mention it; hearing Zhou say that, Han Mocheng shook his head and opened the second bottle in front of everyone.

"Good liquor should be shared with good friends! As a person, I make friends with sincere intentions; booze and meat are just material means to convey feelings, nothing worth mentioning!

Now that the liquor is opened, its supposed value is greatly diminished, so let's treat it as ordinary white spirits. Today's goal is for everyone to give it their best and finish it!"

At this point, Zhang Yang stopped persuading. Han Mocheng is someone who doesn't like to follow typical norms, giving the impression of being a man of genuine character.

Zhang Yang nodded, "Alright, let's go with your suggestion! Let's indulge in elegance for a change, and taste the aged liquor that connoisseurs pursue!"

"Now that's right! Liquor is meant to be drunk! Whoever drinks, drinks!"

Due to the talk about this bottle and a half of good liquor, the group chatted back and forth in the private room for a while, soon the door opened, and the staff started serving dishes.

To give credit where it's due, the food from this pricey private restaurant was genuinely good; the first dish of stir-fried pork already had everyone's taste buds tingling.

A few more dishes were served, and Zhang Yang grabbed his chopsticks.

"Four dishes have been brought out already! Let's not stay idle and start eating! Let's taste the chef's skill here! As I always say, we are all familiar friends and brothers; there aren't many rules at the dining table, everyone should do what feels comfortable!

The same goes for drinking. There's a match tomorrow, so let's take it easy!"

...

Zhang Yang reminded everyone several times to take it easy on the drinks, but still couldn't hold them back.

Even for those who don't understand wine, it's not unreasonable to want to taste expensive aged liquor.

Once they started drinking, it became hard to stop.

The small cups worth a dime a piece seemed insignificant, but held the wisdom of old ancestors passed down through generations.

One sip per cup seemed trivial, but enduring quick drinkers could also be quick to become tipsy.

Before all the dishes were served, the group had already circled around quite a few times, finishing the first bottle with a bit left.

The atmosphere was already set, the conversational vibe was great, and before they realized it, the second bottle was also gone.

In between, Han Mocheng left, and when he returned, he brought two two-kilo jars of cave-aged sauce liquor into the room.

Also over 50-degree high-proof liquor, the flavor and taste were nice; this group of people followed the rhythm of exchanging cups incessantly, and if Zhang Yang hadn't stopped them from opening the last bottle, they might have finished it off too.

Good wine, great food, and like-minded friends; such a dining situation was quite enjoyable for everyone. Initially, Zhang Yang was tense, but relaxed halfway through the drinking.

From start to finish, Han Mocheng's performance was perfect, downing every toasting cup, drinking more than half a kilo of high-proof liquor himself, yet showing no signs of being affected.

The rest were much weaker; out of the total of three kilos or less than four kilos of high-proof liquor, Liu Zi and Xiaobao each tasted a bit before stopping, while the others averaged at least half a kilo each.

In the slightly tipsy yet not fully drunk state, everyone finished the meal, and Zhang Yang settled the bill and left the restaurant.

"We've all had drinks, don't drive! Call for a driving service!" Han Mocheng calmly advised.

Zhang Yang nodded, "Alright! You take it easy too?"

"I'm fine, you guys just pay attention!"

Before long, the driver on an electric scooter arrived, got into Zhang Yang's vehicle, and drove the well-fed group towards their staying hotel.

Meanwhile, after Zhang Yang's large van drove off, Han Mocheng nonchalantly sat in the driver's seat of his car and disappeared into the night as well.

...

"Boss, what's Han Mocheng's deal? I feel like I can't quite see through him!"

With a red face due to the wine, Wang Yan's thoughts were still clear, and he quietly asked on the way back.

Zhang Yang shook his head, "I don't know either, but he harbors no ill intentions and has decent character, so let's just gradually figure it out!"

Zhou Chu frowned, "Logically speaking, someone as clear-headed as him shouldn't leave West Wolf Company any possible leverage! It's puzzling!"

"Money is not an issue, a lone wolf, who can effortlessly offer six-figure valued liquor for a treat; his demeanor has a taste of Capital City's courtyard offspring!" Meng Fan, who hadn't spoken much, joined in timely.

"Who cares! Whatever he has is his; let's just do our best! Tonight everyone had drinks, once back at the hotel don't get reckless, wash up and sleep early, tomorrow there's a tough battle to fight!"

"Okay!"

"Got it!"

...

More than half-an-hour later, the car arrived at the parking lot of the hotel where Zhang Yang and his group were staying; after paying the driver fee, the group leisurely headed upstairs.

After drinking a lot and then being blown by the night wind, even Zhang Yang felt slightly tipsy, swaying upstairs, and after entering the room, he sprawled out on the bed without even taking off his shoes and socks.

It wasn't until a while later that Zhang Yang climbed out of bed, removed his clothes, and went into the bathroom for a shower, getting ready to sleep.

Throughout this, Zhang Yang felt something was amiss, as if he'd overlooked something yet couldn't figure it out.

Wrapped in a towel, Zhang Yang still couldn't think of the problem. Casually, he walked to the window and took a glance downstairs.

That one glance snapped him awake.

Han Mocheng's rugged SUV was parked in the lot downstairs. From upstairs, he saw a red ember flickering in the driver's seat; it had to be Han Mocheng smoking.

Weren't they supposed to go home separately? Why did Han Mocheng end up at the hotel where Zhang Yang and his group were staying?

With a mind full of questions, Zhang Yang didn't hesitate to throw on clothes, put on slippers, and head downstairs.

What's Han Mocheng up to?

Zhang Yang decided he wanted to get to the bottom of it today!