The Wicked System: Path of the Devourer Chapter 48 A Humiliating Dinner

At this moment, the waiter pushed the dining cart in, saying it was a clear water hot pot base, but what they poured in was mineral water—an expensive name brand to boot. One had to admit, rich people sure knew how to play.

Plates of dishes were set on the table, and Yang Qiang took out two bottles of liquor, saying: "Young Master, do you think it's appropriate to drink this tonight?" The two bottles of Chinese liquor were so old and worn out that the brand name wasn't even visible, but Zhang Wenbin knew they must be high-end goods he'd never tasted before.

Right now, Zhang Wenbin could clearly feel that his monster-like eating habits weren't just beneficial for his own magical power; they were also helpful for the Godfather System in appeasing the desires of the thousands of resentful souls as they continued to assimilate.

And when it came to appetite, liquor was much more effective than meat. Most of the thousands of resentful souls loved to indulge in what was in the cup.

Interested, Zhang Wenbin took them: "What kind of liquor is this?"

"18-year-old Daqu liquor. I got it from a local collector." Yang Qiang hurriedly fawned over him: "Young Master, I know you favor this kind, so I specially had someone ask around."

"There's no shortage of aged liquors or expensive ones. Even though this local Daqu isn't a famous premium liquor, it is an excellent vintage that's already out of production.

More importantly, that collector is a widely recognized expert in the industry. His liquor-storing techniques are plain for all to see. For the same type of liquor from the same year, his sells for more, and everyone is thoroughly convinced of its quality."

"I originally wanted to buy other good liquors, but he said different types of liquor don't necessarily get better the longer they age. For a Daqu like this, aging it for exactly 18 years makes it taste the best. If you don't drink it this year, the flavor will start to fade in the next."

Yang Qiang explained: "Young Master, that guy wouldn't dare give me low-grade goods. This liquor is definitely the best this year." Zhang Wenbin twisted open the bottle and took a sniff. An extremely rich, mellow fragrance intoxicated him. Naturally fermented good liquor, aged to the proper year, truly possessed a delicious taste that was inferior to no famous brand.

Drunkards made up more than half of the thousands of resentful souls. Moreover, since they were mostly ancients, the liquor they drank back then was primitive, low-alcohol stuff. Few had truly tasted this kind of fine brew crafted using modern techniques and keeping pace with the times.

When Zhang Wenbin had come out earlier, he ate two bowls of noodles at a shop and did a little test. Even a bottle of cheap, highly concentrated white liquor that cost a few bucks was considered a heavenly delicacy by them.

How should one put it... these Sugar Daddies were all ancients, which by modern standards, meant they were paupers who hadn't seen much of the world. "Not bad, it's truly a rare good liquor, but two bottles is a bit little." Zhang Wenbin couldn't help but swallow his saliva. Ignoring the dust on the bottle neck, he directly put the bottle to his mouth and began chugging.

With one gulp, he drank more than half of it. It felt so good that Zhang Wenbin let out a long breath of satisfaction. Seeing this, Yang Qiang looked troubled and said humbly: "I'm sorry, Young Master. He only had two bottles there, which I bought for a high price. I forgot that the Young Master has a massive capacity for alcohol. I was ill-considered; had I known, I would have bought more."

"Excellent liquor! Not bad at all!"

It was rare for Zhang Wenbin to be this craving. With another gulp, the one-pound bottle of liquor was emptied. He wiped his mouth, not blushing in the slightest, acting as if nothing had happened.

Forget the waiter, even Xu Fei was dumbfounded. It wasn't that there weren't people with high alcohol tolerance, but to down a pound of strong liquor before taking a single bite of food, and still act nonchalantly... that was no longer a drunkard. That was a pure monster.

The manager beside him snapped out of his daze and immediately fawned over him: "Director Yang, if the liquor you brought isn't enough, we also have plenty of fine liquors here. Like vintage wines from famous Scandinavian estates, or various imported craft XOs."

This private club was a high-end venue, so there was no such thing as a corkage fee. Generally speaking, they rarely sold much alcohol because rich and powerful guests all liked to bring their own fine liquors.

Yang Qiang immediately turned his head and said: "Young Master, would you like to try some other liquors? The grade of the liquor here isn't low; they do have good stuff."

Right now, Zhang Wenbin was deeply influenced by the System, undergoing a subtle transformation in his thoughts and preferences. Hearing this, he immediately furrowed his brows: "Forget about that foreign garbage. Don't bring it over and ruin my appetite."

"Yes, yes, it was my oversight."

Only then did Yang Qiang remember that the person in front of him was an ancient monster. Even if he belonged to the wicked path, his lineage was authentically native. He probably loathed or looked down upon anything foreign.

He hurriedly turned around and sternly said to the manager: "Go ask right now what good white liquor you have here. Price is not an issue. My Young Master's taste in liquor is very high. Don't use those cheap local goods sold to country bumpkins to fool us, or I'll tear your place down."

"Yes, yes, I'll have the general manager look into it right away."

The manager backed out, and the waiters began carrying plates of food to the table. Even though they were hot pot ingredients, every single one was exquisitely plated. The value of the knife skills and plating alone was exceptionally high, pleasing the eye and boosting one's appetite.

Lobster meat, abalone slices, grouper, and many sea fish he couldn't name. Although he didn't recognize them, he could tell they all shared one characteristic: expensive.

"Director Yang, see if this liquor is fine—15-year-old Nv'er Hong!"

Director Yang glared at the manager with a look that said 'you really have no tact,' before respectfully handing the liquor over and asking: "Young Master, what do you think of this liquor?"

Zhang Wenbin opened it directly, took a sip, and found the taste mellow. After savoring it, he said: "It's acceptable. It doesn't compare to your Daqu, but it can be considered a good liquor."

There were only five bottles of this liquor. Yang Qiang didn't even ask the price and took them all. His generosity made the manager beam with joy. They didn't dare to rip people off excessively, but the commission for selling alcohol here was extraordinary. Just selling these five bottles was already better than serving several private rooms.

The food Yang Qiang ordered quickly arrived. The table was rather ordinary—one meter in diameter wasn't enough to hold everything. They had to set up two side racks just to fit it all.

"Close the door. Nobody is allowed to come in and disturb us."

All the service staff exited. With such instructions, even if someone died inside, they wouldn't dare disturb them. Because certain guests of status would also discuss highly important matters while eating.

The moment the door closed, Yang Qiang immediately pushed Xu Fei and said: "You have no tact! Have you still not poured wine for the Young Master? I brought you here to serve, not to pull a long face."

Xu Fei's acting was quite good. She hesitated with a bashful look before finally sitting next to Zhang Wenbin and pouring his wine, saying timidly: "Young Master, I'll cook some food for you."

"Not bad. Then thank you, Mrs. Yang."

Yang Qiang sat nearby, smiling awkwardly. The normally eloquent high-ranking official didn't know what to say for a moment. For convenience, Xu Fei stood beside Zhang Wenbin, not daring to sit. She picked up ingredients, cooked them in the pot, and then gracefully placed the cooked seafood into Zhang Wenbin's bowl.

The fresh and delicious seafood, dipped in the specially prepared sauce, tasted incredibly exquisite. Zhang Wenbin nodded in satisfaction: "Not bad at all. Mrs. Yang's culinary skills are truly excellent. This seafood is cooked to absolute perfection."

"Young Master flatters me." Xu Fei said bashfully, perfectly interpreting the reserved bashfulness of a married woman. Zhang Wenbin enjoyed this feeling. He also knew her bashfulness was genuine. After all, no matter how much of a slut she was who could be taken by anyone, when taking that first step, her heart would always be tormented by traditional concepts.

This couple was united in name but divided in heart. Even if Yang Qiang had no emotional attachment to her, they still had the title. Her extreme discomfort right now was entirely sensible.

Xu Fei continuously cooked seafood for Zhang Wenbin to eat, without preparing a single piece for Yang Qiang or even daring to look at him. Even though she hated this man to the bone, she still possessed the psychological guilt of a thief.

For Zhang Wenbin, who was influenced by evil, this atmosphere was simply too wonderful. He raised his glass and smiled: "Director Yang, let's have a drink. Your wife's skills are truly not bad."

In reality, Xu Fei's movements were clumsy. As the wife of an official, she wasn't used to serving others. Because they were sitting so close, he could even feel her movements trembling from the nervous chaos in her heart.