Supremely Talented Tyrant-Chapter 478 Eat Feces

"Hey, hey, hey, what do you mean I have to do this? You agreed to it yourself. What's the matter? You think it's too much? If you thought it was too much, why did you say it in the first place? Bragging doesn't cost money, right?" Hao Jian rolled his eyes.

Wang Zichen finally realized, this guy just doesn't understand human relations.

If it were someone else, making them bark like a dog would usually be enough, point taken and stopped there, at least leaving some room for the relationship to heal.

But Hao Jian had thoroughly offended him.

It's not that Hao Jian didn't understand human relations, but rather Wang Zichen simply wasn't worth him bothering with such niceties.

Did he need some room to maneuver with Wang Zichen? Who the hell did Wang Zichen think he was?

"Hurry up, man. I've seen a lot of weird stuff, but I've never seen anyone eat ****," Hao Jian urged impatiently.

Hearing this, the female gangsters burst into uproar again, egging on Wang Zichen, "Yeah Wang Zichen, hurry up, man up and accept the loss, and let us sisters gain some insight to see what eating **** is like."

At this moment, Wang Zichen really wanted to cry, his heart breaking inside. Eat ****? Wouldn't he be ridiculed to death afterwards?

And if he really ate ****, who here would ever respect him again? Who would dare to?

"Stop messing around, when are we and where are we supposed to find ****? Besides, eating it in front of you all, aren't you disgusted?" Luo Ruihe spoke up for Wang Zichen again, trying to defuse the crisis.

Of course, he wasn't being kind, he just purely didn't want Hao Jian to get his way.

Upon hearing this, Wang Zichen grasped at it like a lifeline, nodding frantically at everyone, signaling not that he was afraid to eat ****, but that there was no **** available for him to eat right now.

"Don't worry, when I came in I saw the shop owner's backyard had a dog, and that dog dropped a few **** on the ground, it just happens to be handy," Hao Jian spoke up. "You all know **** is odorless and tasteless, and not as disgusting as human ****. I think watching someone eat it wouldn't be much of a problem."

Upon hearing this, everyone found it quite reasonable and soon looked at Wang Zichen meaningfully.

Wang Zichen's eyes nearly burst into flames, filled with bloodshot, and right then, he wanted nothing more than to kill Hao Jian.

So damn infuriating! He could've gotten through this ordeal peacefully, but damn Hao Jian had to interfere and put him right back into the spotlight.

"Wang Zichen, please, shall I get someone to bring the **** over?" Su Xinya taunted with a smirk, clearly also eager to see Wang Zichen make a fool of himself. The reason was simple, because Wang Zichen and his crew were too reckless, offending Hao Jian, and that naturally led to this outcome.

A saying goes, 'one makes one's own bed, so one must lie in it.' Thus, Su Xinya had no sympathy for him.

Wang Zichen's gaze flickered, his expression uncertain; how could he really go eat **** now?

"What's the matter, you think **** is not good enough? If that's the case, I can eat it for you," Hao Jian, seeing Wang Zichen's indecision, kindly offered.

His remark immediately caused a roar of laughter from the crowd.

"Oh my, Hao Jian, you're terrible! Originally, he just needed to eat a few pieces, and with you stepping in, he'd have to eat the whole lot!" Gu Qingcheng also laughed seductively, letting loose.

"There you go freezing up, huh? I'm thinking of him — there's a saying, '**** doesn't compare to the warmth,' people eating cold stuff is bad for health. I was considering his health, that's why I planned to step in," Hao Jian said earnestly.

"Hao Jian, I just love how you can talk nonsense with such a straight face," said Gu Qingcheng and the others, bursting into laughter.

"Stop it!" Hao Jian posed coyly.

Meanwhile, Wang Zichen, seeing Hao Jian still making fun of him, was shaking with fury, hating Hao Jian, but how could he not also resent these female friends?

Can't you see I'm struggling here? Can't you see I might have to eat ****? Out of respect for our long friendship, can't you consider my feelings for once, and not every frickin' one of you flirt with this jerk?

"So, have you made up your mind yet? To eat or not to eat?" Gu Qingcheng turned to Wang Zichen and asked, her gaze intense and playful.

"Can we change the punishment?" Wang Zichen asked awkwardly. Eat ****, this subject really can't do it!

He had accepted the bet as not to be looked down upon by these chicks, but if he ate ****, though he wouldn't be disrespected, he'd surely disgust the chicks to death, and wouldn't the result be the same?

"No way, a bet is a bet, if you said you'd eat ****, you have to eat ****!" Hao Jian insisted firmly.

"I wasn't freaking asking you!" Wang Zichen roared.

"Eat ****! Eat ****! Eat ****!"

Hao Jian stopped talking, but Su Xinya and the others started shouting.

Hao Jian shrugged his shoulders playfully. "You see, this is the voice of the people. It looks like you absolutely must eat it!"

Wang Zichen's face turned an iron blue, and his expression could not have been uglier. He never expected that all his female friends would also kick him while he was down.

"I... I couldn't care less about you all!" Wang Zichen angrily got up and then fiercely glared at Hao Jian. "You watch yourself; this isn't over."

Having said that, Wang Zichen quickly grabbed his clothes and sullenly left the room. Obviously, he had lost face and couldn't stay any longer. Otherwise, these guys would keep egging him on to eat it.

"Yay~"

Seeing Wang Zichen run away like a sore loser, everyone couldn't help but scornfully cheer.

From that moment on, Wang Zichen was completely ousted from their social circle.

At this time, Luo Ruihe looked at Hao Jian with a bit more wariness because now he was the only one left fighting alone.

If he couldn't get Hao Jian to leave, he might end up like Wang Zichen.

Luo Ruihe thought it was better to keep quiet for now and wait for an opportunity to deal with Hao Jian later.

But just because he kept quiet didn't mean Hao Jian would let him off easily.

"Who ordered this tea?" Hao Jian asked, holding the cup of tea in his hand.

"I ordered it. What's the problem?" Luo Ruihe looked displeasedly at Hao Jian.

Hao Jian glanced at Luo Ruihe, put down the tea, and said with some mockery, "I was wondering who the heck would order such tea. Turns out it was you. Now I understand."

"What? What's wrong with the tea I ordered? If you don't know, then shut up. Do you know how much this Supreme Dahongpao costs? This kind of Supreme Dahongpao is only produced a few kilograms each year, it's incredibly rare and valuable. Do you think you really understand tea just by knowing a bit about it?" Luo Ruihe snorted coldly, his lips curled in derision.

Did Hao Jian think that simply being able to identify this as Supreme Dahongpao made him impressive? Did he think he could show off in front of a seasoned tea aficionado like himself? It was laughable.

"Heh, any tea that hasn't been plucked from the mother trees on Wu Mountain isn't worth mentioning." Hao Jian scoffed. Wu Mountain has six mother trees, hundreds of years old, and the Dahongpao plucked from them is the most expensive and rare, costing over ten million per kilogram.

The world continually praised it, and saying it was the most expensive in history wasn't enough because it had already become priceless, even listed in the World Heritage Index as a rare tea species.

Of course, Luo Ruihe couldn't afford the mother tree Dahongpao. Even if he could afford it, he wasn't likely to get it, as nowadays, mother tree Dahongpao was truly hard to find.

"Of course, your tea is good, but compared to others at the same price, it's not the best. With this price, why wouldn't you choose a better quality like the Imperial Eight Bushes from West Lake Longjing?" Hao Jian mocked.

Luo Ruihe was taken aback. Imperial Eight Bushes? What was that?

"Hao Jian, what is the Imperial Eight Bushes?" a girl asked Hao Jian.

"Imperial Eight Bushes is one of the tea species from West Lake Longjing. West Lake Longjing has always been crowned as the foremost among Huaxia's top ten famous teas. Its fame needs no further description. Among them, 'Imperial Eight Bushes' is an extraordinarily pricey tea, yielding only around two liangs per year, which is rarer than this Supreme Dahongpao," Hao Jian explained.

"So, Supreme Dahongpao isn't good anymore?" Su Xinya also joined in, laughing while asking.

"It's not that Supreme Dahongpao isn't good; it is good. But first, we should be able to tell whether this Supreme Dahongpao is genuine or fake!" Hao Jian laughed.

"Hmm? What do you mean by that?" Everyone stared at Hao Jian, curious about how he could tell this was a fake.

"You're saying my tea isn't Supreme Dahongpao. You think you know more about tea than I do?" Luo Ruihe pursed his lips, disdainfully speaking.

"You know tea? Haha, if you know tea, then no one in this world doesn't know tea." Hao Jian unapologetically mocked.

"You..." Luo Ruihe glared, then angrily said, "Fine, since you say my tea isn't Supreme Dahongpao, then explain why! If you can't explain, then you can get lost just like Wang Zichen!"

"So if I explain it, does that mean you'll get lost like Wang Zichen?" Hao Jian asked with a smile.

Just like that, Luo Ruihe fell silent. With Hao Jian being so cunning, he didn't dare to lightly make a bet with Hao Jian, afraid of being tricked like Wang Zichen.

But Hao Jian didn't pay him any mind; amidst the eager gazes of everyone, he slowly began, "Dahongpao is divided into three grades: premium, supreme, and fine."

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