When the others saw this scene, their hearts sank. It seemed that Song Baojun had made up his mind to take revenge and directly let Jiang Weibo, who could not get along with him, be an ashtray.

It’s nothing to be an ashtray, at most, your hands are burned by a cigarette butt a few times.

But what the hell will do if he wants to spit or pee later? Should he let them be spittoons and toilets? Such a shame makes life worse than death.

"Mr. Song, in the past, I was so embarrassed that I did a lot of things. I'm sorry for you. Now I'm fined three glasses of wine here to apologize?" Zheng Haofan knew better than these people that big shots were difficult to deal with, so he stood up and held a glass of wine and said with a stingy forehead.

Even Young Master Liu didn't dare to provoke Song Baojun. He thought about the things he had done to bully Song Baojun in the past, and he was almost crazy at this moment, thinking about how to repair his relationship with Song Baojun.

"Don't hurry to drink. Although I have achieved some insignificant achievements now, I am still very scheming. I remember clearly what you bullied me." Song Baojun pointed to his head.

His words made everyone feel cold. Zheng Haofan put down his wine glass, and it was not right if he didn't let it go.

Seeing their appearance, Song Baojun also guessed what they were thinking and sneered: "Actually, there are many things I can't remember. Fortunately, you all reminded me again just now."

"Mr. Song... It was our fault at the beginning. Can't we admit it to you? Due to the three years of friendship between classmates, please ask Mr. Song to give up his hands once."

"Yes, Mr. Song, we already know that we are wrong. Mr. Song, you said how we should apologize to be satisfied. We will do what we will do."

Two boys stood up with a thorn in their teeth and expressed their attitude.

Others also agreed, saying that as long as Song Baojun could forgive him, they could do anything.

When Song Baojun heard them say this, he was a classmate who had been in high school for three years. In order to get his forgiveness, he was willing to agree to him in any condition.

This sincere friendship between classmates moved him. He looked at everyone with a little embarrassedly and said in a deep voice: "So that's it, you can do it yourself. How many times have you bullied me? You can slap yourself in the face at once? It's over our grudges."

"Slap?" Everyone looked at each other with an extremely embarrassed expression.

We are all adults now, and we have been in society for a while. Face is still very important to them. Otherwise, they would not have traveled all the way to attend the class reunion. Isn’t it just for their own face and vanity?

Now that Song Baojun asked them to slap themselves in the face, he wanted to throw their face to the ground and trample on death.

But they never thought about how they trampled on Song Baojun's dignity.

"Why, aren't you happy?" Song Baojun sneered, his eyes swept across everyone one by one, and finally fell on Zheng Haofan.

Among this group of people, Zheng Haofan is the most demanding of face. He bullied Song Baojun the most powerfully. Today, Song Baojun decided to attack him first.

Zheng Haofan felt Song Baojun's eyes, looked at Song Baojun with a pleading expression, and said bitterly: "Young Master Song... Can you apologize in another way? Everyone is old classmates. It's not good to slap in the face if you look up and see him.

He has been from a good family since childhood, and he is almost always bullying others. Even if he has been bullied for a few times, he will not be as serious as slap in the face.

Song Baojun asked him to slap himself, which really touched his bottom line. And every time he bullied, he would slap him at least forty or fifty.

So after thinking about it, he decided to muster up the courage to stand up and discuss with Song Baojun.

"Yes." Song Baojun agreed with a refreshing smile.

Seeing Song Baojun laughing, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They thought Zheng Haofan had played the emotional card correctly, and they all looked at Zheng Haofan and signaled him to continue discussing with Song Baojun.

Zheng Haofan also felt much more relaxed, and looked at Song Baojun and asked, "Mr. Song, what other methods do you think are more appropriate? I'll listen to you."

"Let me see." Song Baojun nodded, his eyes swept aimlessly, and then landed on his shoes, exclaiming: "Oh, I forgot to polish my shoes when I went out today, and I accidentally stepped on the shit on the road. Why don't you help me lick the soles of my shoes? Licking it would be like a slap in the face?"

"..." Everyone's relaxed face turned dead gray again. Licking shoes? That's even more humiliating than slapping people.

And this kid's shoes actually stepped on shit. This... this is not just licking shoes, it is clearly for them to eat shit.

Zheng Haofan was about to cry, licking his shoes? He would rather shave himself than licking his shoes.

"Why, don't you want to? You choose one of them yourself, or do you want to get rid of three drinks?" Song Baojun's face suddenly became gloomy and he stared at everyone and said coldly.

He suddenly changed his face, and everyone felt great pressure. They all lowered their heads, not knowing what they were thinking.

Jiang Weibo, who was standing next to Song Baojun, gritted his teeth and took the lead, slapped himself in the face. He offended Song Baojun very deeply, and knew that if he stood up and took the lead at this time, he would always eliminate more hatred.

Song Baojun looked at him lightly, then shook his head, and said, "You really care about your face."

Jiang Weibo immediately understood what Song Baojun meant, and slapped him in the face with his backhand. A loud slap spread throughout the box, and everyone's faces were burning.

Everything is difficult at the beginning. With the beginning, Jiang Weibo doesn't feel so embarrassed when he slapped Jiang Weibo. He blew his hands around and blew his face hard like a deep hatred for him.

The others next to them also gritted their teeth and began to suck their faces, and did not dare to let them go, so as not to let Song Baojun and others let them suck again.

The table next to the girl was indifferent, and they all looked at the table with strange expressions, not knowing what they were thinking.

Song Baojun is not a kind of mercy person. These girls have bullied him a lot. He walked directly to the girls' table and pointed at them, saying, "You guys are too. I have asked me for a few times to try to get some, do you understand?"

"Mr. Song, actually... I... deliberately cause trouble for you in high school to attract your attention. At that time, I..." Wang Manman stood up and looked shy, bit his lips gently and looked at Song Baojun. Before he finished speaking, the meaning was already very obvious.

Song Baojun put his hand on his neck and pretended to be vomiting. Then he said coldly: "I don't care about you. If you are unhappy, what if I ask those men to help you smoke later?"

He would not believe the nonsense of women like Wang Manman. They bullied them a lot in high school, forcing Song Baojun to help them run errands and clean them. If they were not obedient, they would ask the boys to come and help beat Song Baojun.

Seeing Song Baojun so persistent, Wang Manman and other women all had red eyes and started slapping themselves in the face. Their skin was white and tender, and their faces turned red after a few strokes.

For a moment, the entire private room was filled with slaps. People who didn't know heard it outside and thought everyone inside was applauding.

After everyone finished smoking, Song Baojun walked to the door of the box, opened the door and looked at the waiter standing outside the door and ordered: "Please send us a few boxes of white wine."

"Baijiu? Sir, which one do you want?" The waiter immediately looked at Song Baojun and replied respectfully.

Song Baojun thought for a while, glanced at the Wuliangye on the table inside, and asked, "What is the most expensive one? Moutai?"

"Is Moutai in 1998 OK?"

"Yes, send four boxes here."

"Okay, please wait." The waiter immediately ran to someone to bring wine.

Song Baojun then turned around and sat back, looked at everyone and smiled, and said, "Since everyone has already slapped their faces, the past has been written off. Today, I will not return without getting drunk, and I will forget my grudges with wine."

Everyone's cheeks were red and swollen, and they barely squeezed out their smiles to respond to Song Baojun, but they all greeted Song Baojun's ancestors in their hearts.

Soon, the waiter delivered four boxes of Maotai, each box with a total of twelve bottles.

Song Baojun asked the waiter to open all the Moutai, then looked at the bowl in front of everyone, and said, "Come on, drink it in a bottle. After drinking these wines, we will still be old classmates."

Looking at the Moutai wine that was opened, everyone's face turned pale. There were 48 bottles here, each bottle of 500 milliliters, plus the extremely high degree, they could get drunk even if they drank half a bottle.

If they want to finish all this, then they will not be drunk as if they are drunk? Not to mention drinking in bottles, the way to drink fast wine is simply a search for death.

"Why, do you don't want to recognize Mr. Song as an old classmate?" Song Baojun looked at everyone with a cold look and asked with a cold snorted.

Everyone could only swallow their saliva, and each came over to take a bottle of Maotai and walked back. Only Feng Jialin looked at Song Baojun with some pleading eyes when he came over, and whispered: "Commissioner Song, there is still a lot of work to deal with tomorrow, look..."

Song Baojun glanced at her, then pointed to the door, signaling her to leave first.

Feng Jialin was immediately relieved of amnesty. He quickly said thank you twice and left quickly. Her face was nothing because she was just perfunctory when she was beaten, knowing that Song Baojun had no intention of bullying her.

When Li Xiangyu saw that Feng Jialin had left this way, she hurriedly walked over, looked at Song Baojun with a pitiful expression and said, "Mr. Song, there are many things to do tomorrow, why don't you drink it today and I'll treat Mr. Song to dinner tomorrow night?"

However, Song Baojun had no interest in her at all in her appearance. He shook his head and said, "If you want to leave, please do whatever you want. Since you don't give me face, don't blame me for not giving you face in the future."

Li Xiangyu bullied him a lot when he was studying, so he didn't plan to spare this woman easily.
Chapter completed!