"It's nothing big, just some additional miscellaneous tasks."
Ye Tian casually chatted with Zhou Pang for a while before it was time to start work, and guests started arriving one after another.
On the live singing stage, a cowgirl dressed in stunning denim was vigorously singing rock music, her face showing pure enjoyment.
The cowgirl's name was Wang Xiaolu, a resident singer who performed from eight to nine every night for an hour.
Zhou Pang followed Ye Tian's gaze and chuckled, "Bro Tian, you got your eye on Wang Xiaolu?"
Ye Tian counter-questioned, "Goddess, wouldn't you like her?"
Zhou Pang let out a sly laugh, "Of course I like her, but Wang Xiaolu comes from a good family and can sing too. A talented and wealthy beauty like her is way out of our league. All we can do is dream about her when we sleep at night."
Ye Tian cast a disdainful glance at Zhou Pang, "Morality aside, as long as you're willing to work hard, even a goddess can be brought home."
Zhou Pang spread his hands and said, "But I'm not you, with a good-looking face. Without the innate conditions, no amount of effort is of any use."
As more and more customers arrived, the two chatted for a bit and then went about their own duties.
At nine o'clock, a difficult customer came into the bar, a fifty-year-old wealthy old lady.
She was a grumpy old woman who often came to Xianglong Bar and liked to flirt with the bartenders there.
She had an extraordinarily high tolerance for alcohol and often left the bartenders passed out drunk, sometimes even splashing alcohol in their faces.
Therefore, no bartender was willing to accompany her.
At that moment, a pot-bellied man walked over, pointing at Ye Tian and said, "Ye Tian, you go keep this customer company."
This man was Zhu Sanqiang.
The bartenders watched Ye Tian with schadenfreude, all but Zhou Pang who stepped forward.
"Manager, Bro Tian can't handle his liquor very well, let me go instead."
Zhu Sanqiang wanted to torment Ye Tian, so how could he agree to Zhou Pang? He verbally lashed out at Zhou Pang on the spot.
"Zhou Pang, you think you can handle it? Want to double your quota this month?"
"You..." Zhou Pang was about to stand his ground when Ye Tian reached out to stop him.
"I'll go." Ye Tian agreed.
It's just an old woman with a bit more tolerance for alcohol, right?
I have my hangover tea, should I be afraid of her?
Carrying two bottles of XO, Ye Tian headed towards the old lady, Sun Min.
Ye Tian sat down next to the wealthy old lady Sun Min, who looked at him with eyes filled with greed.
Of all the bartenders, she liked Ye Tian the most.
"Little Ye, Sister Sun is feeling happy today. You drink with me, and for each bottle, I'll give you a 100-yuan tip."
Ye Tian smiled subtly and said, "Sister Sun, the difference between a bottle of spirits and a bottle of beer is quite substantial."
"Of course, it's beer."
Sun Min immediately added another sentence—not that money was an issue; she had plenty of it.
Ye Tian watched Sun Min without immediately agreeing.
Seeing that Ye Tian had not agreed, Sun Min quickly offered more.
"For one bottle, 200 yuan. If you can drink Sister Sun under the table, I'll give you an extra ten thousand."
"Sister Sun, let's drink to our hearts' content today."
Ye Tian and Sun Min went through bottle after bottle, and soon, empty beer bottles filled the table in front of them. Sun Min's face remained unchanged, while Ye Tian felt very dizzy.
"Sister Sun, I'm going to use the restroom."
Ye Tian immediately staggered towards the men's restroom.
"Little Ye, you better make it quick."
The bartenders watched Ye Tian heading to the restroom and immediately started laughing.
"Ye Tian is done for, what a lightweight, couldn't even handle fifteen bottles."
"Fifteen bottles is still one thousand five hundred yuan, that's more than our monthly tips."
Ye Tian ignored them, entered the restroom, closed the door, and threw up a few times into the toilet.
He pulled out a bottle of hangover tea from his pocket and chugged it down.
A minute later, Ye Tian took a long piss and instantly sobered up.
"This hangover tea is amazing! With it, I can drink endless amounts of alcohol!"
Ye Tian washed his face and returned to his seat to continue the drinking contest with the wealthy older woman.
Soon, they both had drunk fifty bottles each, and the wealthy older woman was starting to get tipsy.
"Little... Ye... how come you can drink so much today."
When they reached the one hundredth bottle, the wealthy older woman rolled onto the floor, completely passed out.
"How is this possible, Ye Tian drank a hundred bottles of beer and took down Sun Min!"
At that moment, not only the bartenders but also the surrounding patrons were shocked.
Many recognized Ye Tian and Sun Min and knew their alcohol tolerance; the outcome was truly unexpected.
"One hundred bottles... twenty thousand yuan, plus another ten thousand for Sun Min getting drunk, that's thirty thousand in total, Ye Tian made a killing."
The bartenders were envious, jealous, and resentful, while the other patrons were more curious about how much more Ye Tian could drink.
When Ye Tian pocketed the thirty thousand yuan, another patron immediately called for him to accompany them in drinking.
After drinking nearly a hundred bottles of beer again, one patron after another fell, but Ye Tian, after several trips to the restroom and a few pees, was as if nothing had happened.
Therefore, Ye Tian earned a nickname, "A Thousand Cups Without Drunkenness."
In the middle of the night, when the effects of the first bottle of hangover tea finally wore off, Ye Tian went to the restroom again and drank the second bottle of hangover tea.
Ye Tian was extremely happy; he had earned forty thousand yuan in tips tonight, the equivalent of two years of salary!
After Ye Tian flushed the toilet and came out, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes stopped him.
"Young man, do you still have that treasure?"
Ye Tian recognized the man; his surname was Zhang, and he owned a chain of hotels, a millionaire with a home nearby and a frequent visitor to Xianglong Bar.
"President Zhang, what are you talking about?"
Ye Tian feigned ignorance, and President Zhang immediately smiled.
"Young man, I've been watching you all night, and I happened to hear when you drank the hangover tea."
"I've bought hangover tea before, but I've never seen one with such a strong effect."
"President Zhang often needs to socialize outside, and if I had this special hangover tea, doing business would be incredibly smooth."
"Young man, name your price and sell some to me; money is no object for Zhang."
President Zhang looked at Ye Tian with eager anticipation; Ye Tian, seeing the right opportunity, naïvely scratched his head.
"So President Zhang already knew, then I won't keep it a secret anymore."
Ye Tian took out the last three bottles of hangover tea from his pocket.
"My ancestor was an Imperial Physician in the palace; he left behind some ancient recipes, and this hangover tea is made according to those. I still have three bottles left."
President Zhang eyed the bottles of hangover tea in Ye Tian's hand intensely.
"Young man, ten thousand yuan per bottle, sell them to me?"