"All right, enough said, I'm willing to concede the bet, starting today, you own 20% of the shares in this bar, we can go sign the contract now!"
Yan Ning could tell that Zhang Jingdong didn't seem to be joking at all, and she felt a sudden, inexplicable touch of emotion.
Firstly, she could see that even though drinking 12 bottles of Hennessy single-handedly was indeed superhuman, given that he had just polished off nine bottles, it was very likely he could handle another three with no problem.
The only reason he said he couldn't drink anymore and wanted to admit defeat was definitely because he didn't want her to end up drinking too much and getting hurt.
Secondly, 20% of the bar's shares weren't a small matter either; if liquefied, they were worth at least several million, and he seemed quite willing to let go of that for her.