173 Poisoning by Fake Alcohol

, is this Mrs. Wang My name is Wang Jie. My brother has gone out. Is there anything I can help with" Wang Jie replied quickly.A light laugh came from the other end: "So you're Wang Jie, my brother did...Chapter 173: Poisoned by Fake Alcohol

"Is it not good to drink" Xia Tian poured a little and tried it, then agreed, "It's indeed not very good."

"Could there be something wrong with the alcohol" Qiao Dongyun couldn't help but ask. Both of them said that the wine was bad, so he naturally suspected that there might be an issue with the alcohol.

"I don't drink much on a regular basis and I haven't studied red wine either, so I can't really tell," Qiao Xiaoqiao turned to look at Qiao Donghai. "Brother, you often drink; why don't you try it"

Qiao Donghai shook his head: "Xiaoqiao, you know that I can determine the alcohol content of any wine by taste, but as for other aspects, I'm at a loss. As for red wine, I dislike it even more and don't have the knowledge to discern its authenticity."

"Let me try." Qiao Dongyun volunteered. He had tasted many bottles of 1982 Lafite Rothschild and felt like he could be considered a half-professional.

Qiao Dongyun poured himself half a glass, savored it for a while, then muttered to himself: "The taste is the same as what I've experienced before!"

"Honey, do they mean that this 1982 Lafite was produced in 1982" Xia Tian asked.

Qiao Xiaoqiao nodded. "Yes."

"Oh, then I understand; this wine must be fake," Xia Tian said.

The others were taken aback, and Qiao Dongyun was even more doubtful: "Xia Tian, you can't be serious The taste is the same as what I experienced before!"

"Then it means you've been drinking fake wine all along," Summer casually remarked. "Although I haven't tasted this particular type of wine, I can confidently say that its brewing period is less than ten years; how could it be from the year 1982"

Pointing at that bottle of Maotai, Summer added: "That one's fake too. It hasn't even been twenty years yet, so how could it possibly be a fifty-year-old Maotai!"

Hearing Summer speak like this, Qiao Donghai couldn't help but doubt as well: "Summer, are you sure that the Maotai isn't more than twenty years old"

"Of course I'm sure. It should be around eighteen years old, with an error margin of no more than a year," Summer said confidently.

"These damn bastards, selling fake wine to me!" Qiao Donghai couldn't help but curse out loud. Since Summer was so certain about it, he decided to believe her instead.

“Young Master Qiao, your dishes…” The waiter just pushed open the door when Qiao Dongyun barked at her angrily, “Tell your boss to come here now!”

Thinking that he might have been drinking counterfeit 1982 Lafite all along made Qiao Dongyun feel like vomiting blood. He wasn't worried about money; rather, he was infuriated by being treated as a fool. Those bastards selling fake wine probably laughed at him for being an uncultured nouveau riche who didn’t know anything about fine wines!

Poorly informed of what had happened, the waiter could only set down the dishes and rush out hurriedly. A few minutes later, a middle-aged man with a Buddha-like appearance ran into the private room.

“Young Master Qiao, how may I serve you” The middle-aged man asked cautiously while smiling.

"Hao Fu, have you become so bold as to try and deceive me with fake wine" Qiao Dongyun sneered.

Hearing this, Hao Fu was startled. Didn't Qiao Donghai always drink fake wine How did he figure things out today

Although he was surprised, Hao Fu still smiled and said, "Young Master Qiao, how could that be possible You know we never sell fake wine at Haowei軒. If it weren’t for this, why would you often come here to drink"

"Don't give me that!" Qiao Dongyun snorted coldly. "Replace it with the real one immediately or I'll smash your lousy shop!"

Hao Fu still wore a smile and said, "Young Master Qiao, this is already genuine wine. Why don’t you get an 80% discount"

"Hao Fu, don't overstep yourself! Do I have to call the Administration for Industry and Commerce to come and seize your place before you believe me" Qiao Dongyun said angrily.

“If you truly think this wine is fake, then let’s have the Administration for Industry and Commerce check it,” Hao Fu said with a respectful expression, but he wasn’t afraid because he knew that even if someone came to investigate, they would still regard the wine as genuine.

Qiao Dongyun frowned slightly. He couldn't help but glance at Xia Tian once; Hao Fu's behavior made him doubt whether it was Xia Tian who had made a mistake and wronged Hao Fu.

"Second Brother, why don’t we just leave We won’t come here anymore in the future," Qiao Xiaoqiao didn't want to cause trouble because the Qiao family had recently been hit with some bad news; it was better to stay low as much as possible now.

"Hey, if you say this isn't fake wine, why don't you have a drink" Xia Tian suddenly spoke up.

“Such exquisite wine, I rarely get the chance to taste it. Thank you.” Hao Fu took an empty glass and poured himself a cup, then drank it all in front of everyone.

Hao Fu naturally wouldn’t think there was anything wrong with drinking this wine; after all, from one perspective, it wasn't fake wine at all—it just had the wrong vintage year.

After finishing his glass of wine, Hao Fu smiled slightly and said, "If Young Master Qiao has no more business to attend to, I’ll go back to my work… uh…

Suddenly, his abdomen was wracked with intense pain. Hao Fu clutched his stomach, beads of sweat pouring down his face. In just a few seconds, he had collapsed to the ground and let out a piercing scream: "Ah..."

"Yay! Karma’s catching up for drinking fake alcohol!" Liu Meng clapped her hands in delight. "Hey Xiao Qiao, find a journalist here. Then everyone will know that this restaurant's boss drank counterfeit alcohol and got poisoned; nobody will want to eat here anymore!"

"That’s not a bad idea," said Xiao Qiao with a slight smile. "Mr. Hao, you seem to be in quite a bit of pain now. My husband happens to be a doctor. Would you like him to help"

“Ah... Miss Qiao... Ah... Please... Help me... Ah..." Hao Fu writhed on the ground in agony.

"Mr. Hao, do you still maintain that your alcohol is genuine" Xiao Qiao asked calmly and confidently. She knew very well from Hao Fu’s condition that Xia Tian must have done something to him.

"Yes... Yes... It's fake... Please save me..." Hao Fu looked at her with a desperate expression, pleading for help.

“Hao Fu, you bastard! You really used fake alcohol to deceive me!” Qiao Dongyun was furious and suddenly stood up, wanting to rush over and punch him.

Qiao Donghai grabbed his arm: “Dongyun, let’s not get involved. Let him suffer for what he did; we don’t want others taking advantage of this.”

"Miss Qiao... Save me..." Hao Fu continued to beg there.

Xiao Qiao smiled faintly: "Feng'er, call 120!"

Qiao Feng’er was taken aback. Wasn’t she supposed to ask Xia Tian for help

"If he can sell fake alcohol, I naturally can tell lies too." Qiao Xiaoqiao seemed to sense Qiao Feng'er's doubt and casually explained.

Qiao Feng'er finally reacted, picking up the phone to dial 120: "Hello, someone at Hao Wei Xuan has been poisoned by fake alcohol! Please come quickly to save them!"

"Damn it, this is so infuriating!" Qiao Dongyun was extremely angry. He also picked up his phone and dialed a number, "Is this Jianghai Daily I want to report that someone at Hao Wei Xuan has been poisoned by fake alcohol!"

Box Fu, who was already in unbearable pain, felt dizzy upon hearing this and then passed out, whether from the pain or anger he himself probably didn't know.

"Let's eat somewhere else," Qiao Xiaoqiao stood up.

Qiao Dongyun naturally agreed. With things being so chaotic, he no longer felt like eating at this place either.

Aftr changing to another restaurant for their meal, Qiao Donghai and Qiao Dongyun each went back to the Qiao family compound due to other matters, while Xia Tian and Qiao Xiaoqiao naturally returned to the Qiao Building once more.

As they entered the entrance of the Qiao Building, Xia Tian's phone suddenly rang.

This was another unknown number. Xia Tian casually picked up: "Hello, who is it"

"Little husband, have you missed me" A soft yet slightly strange voice came from the other end. With her unnatural Mandarin, Xia Tian immediately recognized that the caller was none other than the female assassin, Isabella.

"I said no 'little' before your name, do you want to get spanked again" Xia Tian was a bit unhappy.

"Hehe, little husband, I really want you to spank me more, but可惜you can't reach me; we're so far apart!" Isabella purred.

Hearing Isabella's flirtatious voice, Xia Tian felt a bit heated up. He recalled the feeling from that night when he had spanked her buttocks, and just thinking about it made him feel utterly entranced.

"You can come find me!" Xia Tian did miss Isabella.

"Little husband, your Jianghai police is after me; I can't go into their net," Isabella purred and then changed the subject. "Little husband, there's a piece of news I have to tell you."

"What news" Xia Tian asked. Given how far apart they were, he couldn’t spank her anyway, so he didn't mind calling her 'little husband.'

"The Angel of Death ranked 13th in the world has come to Jianghai City; his target is Qiao Xiaoqiao. He’s about thirty years old and Asian—be careful…" Isabella quickly informed Xia Tian of the assassin's details, while on the other side, Qiao Xiaoqiao and Liu Meng had already reached the elevator.

The elevator opened slowly, and Xia Tian suddenly sensed a murderous aura coming from inside. He turned pale and rushed over there immediately.

Almost simultaneously, a black figure darted out of the elevator with a dagger in hand, aiming for Qiao Xiaoqiao.

Jiaoshigroup had recently beefed up security, and this was Qiao Xiaoqiao's personal elevator. In theory, there shouldn't have been anyone inside. As such, neither Qiao Feng'er nor Qiao Huang'er expected an assassin to be hiding in the elevator; they were focused on defending against any potential threats from outside and overlooked checking inside the elevator until it was too late.

"Miss Qiao, watch out!" All Qiao Feng'er and Qiao Huang'er could do at this moment was grab Qiao Xiaoqiao's arms and pull her backwards to avoid the fatal attack.

Xia Tian was a bit slower; he was a little too far away. Although his speed was fast, it still took some time to cover the distance. By the time Xia Tian was within several meters of Qiao Xiaoqiao, he noticed that the assassin's dagger had already come perilously close to Qiao Xiaoqiao’s chest., and even then she was wearing very wide sunglasses that obscured most of her face, making it difficult to see what she looked like. However, just from her curvaceous figure alone, countless men woul...