Fake Alcohol Poisoning

"Is it not tasty?" Xia Tian poured a little, tried a sip, and then agreed, "It is not tasty."

"Is there something wrong with the wine?" Qiao Dongyun couldn't help but ask. Both of them said that the wine tasted bad, so he naturally suspected that there was something wrong with the wine.

"I seldom drink and I don't know much about red wine, so I really can't tell the difference." Qiao Xiaoqiao turned and looked at Qiao Donghai, "Brother, you drink a lot, why don't you give it a try?"

Qiao Donghai shook his head: "Xiao Qiao, you know I can test the alcohol content of any wine. As for the others, I can't do anything about them. I don't like red wine, so I naturally don't know whether it's real or fake."

"Let me try." Qiao Dongyun volunteered. He had drunk 1982 Lafite many times and considered himself a semi-professional.

Qiao Dongyun poured himself half a cup, tasted it for a while, and then said to himself: "It tastes the same as what I drank before!"

"Hey, wife, this 1982 Lafite, does it mean that this wine was brewed in 1982?" Xia Tian asked.

"Yeah." Qiao Xiaoqiao nodded.

"Oh, then I understand. This wine is fake." Xia Tian said.

Everyone was stunned, and Qiao Dongyun was even more skeptical: "Xia Tian, ​​no way? I've drunk it many times before, and it tastes the same!"

"That means you've been drinking fake wine." Xia Tian said casually, "Although I've never drunk this kind of wine, I can be sure that this wine was brewed less than ten years ago. How could it be brewed in 1982?"

Pointing at the bottle of Moutai, Xia Tian said, "That one is also fake. It's less than 20 years old. How can it be a 50-year-old Moutai?"

Hearing Xia Tian say this, Qiao Donghai couldn't help but become suspicious: "Xia Tian, ​​are you sure this Moutai is less than 20 years old?"

"Of course it's confirmed. It should be eighteen years, with an error of no more than one year." Xia Tian looked confident.

"These bastards actually sold fake liquor to me." Qiao Donghai couldn't help but curse. Since Xia Tian was so sure, he chose to believe him.

"Mr. Qiao, your dishes..." Just as the waitress pushed the door open, Qiao Dongyun shouted at her, "Tell your boss to get out of here!"

Thinking that he might have been drinking fake 1982 Lafite, Qiao Dongyun felt like vomiting blood. He was not heartbroken about the money, but angry about being treated as a fool. Those bastards who sold fake wine might even count the money while scolding him for being a nouveau riche who didn't understand wine!

The poor waiter didn't know what was going on, so he had to put down the dishes and hurried out. A few minutes later, a middle-aged man who looked like Maitreya Buddha trotted into the private room.

"Mr. Qiao, what do you want me to do?" the middle-aged man asked cautiously with a smile.

"Hao Fu, have you become so capable that you dare to deceive me with fake wine?" Qiao Dongyun sneered.

Hao Fu was shocked. Didn't Qiao Dongyun always drink fake wine? Why did he suddenly get the hang of it today?

Although he was surprised in his heart, Hao Fu still smiled on the surface: "Mr. Qiao, how is this possible? You know, we at Haoweixuan never sell fake wine. Otherwise, how could you come here to drink so often?"

"Don't give me that!" Qiao Dongyun snorted coldly, "Change into the real ones right now, or I'll smash your lousy store!"

Hao Fu still had a smile on his face: "Mr. Qiao, this is true, how about this, I'll give you a 20% discount?"

"Hao Fu, don't be shameless. Do you have to wait for me to ask the Industrial and Commercial Bureau to confiscate your place before you will give in?" Qiao Dongyun said angrily.

"Mr. Qiao, if you really think this wine is fake, then let the Industrial and Commercial Bureau come to check it out." Hao Fu's expression was still respectful, but he was not afraid at all, because he knew that even if someone really came to check, the wine would be regarded as real.

Qiao Dongyun frowned slightly, and he couldn't help but turn his head to look at Xia Tian. Seeing Hao Fu like this made him a little suspicious. Could it be that Xia Tian made a mistake? Did he really wrongly accuse Hao Fu?

"Second brother, forget it, just don't come here anymore." Qiao Xiaoqiao didn't really want to cause trouble. After all, something had just happened to the Qiao family, so it was better to keep a low profile as much as possible.

"Hey, you said this wine is not fake, so come and have a drink!" Xia Tian suddenly said.

"It's a rare opportunity for me to drink such good wine, so thank you very much." Hao Fu took an empty glass, poured himself a glass, and then drank it all in front of everyone.

Hao Fu naturally wouldn't think there was anything wrong with drinking this wine. After all, in a sense, this wine was not fake, it was just the wrong year.

After drinking a glass of wine, Hao Fu smiled slightly: "Mr. Qiao, if there is nothing else, I will go and get busy first... uh..."

A sudden sharp pain came from his abdomen. Hao Fu covered his stomach with one hand, sweat dripping down his face. In just a few seconds, he fell to the ground in pain, screaming miserably: "Ah..."

"Yeah, drinking fake wine brings retribution!" Liu Meng clapped his hands, looking very happy, "Hey, Xiao Qiao, find a reporter, and then tomorrow everyone will know that the boss here was poisoned by drinking fake wine, and no one will come here to eat anymore!"

"That's a good idea." Qiao Xiaoqiao smiled slightly, "Boss Hao, it seems that you are in a lot of pain now. My husband happens to be a doctor. Do you want him to help you?"

"Ah... Qiao, Miss Qiao... Ah... Please... Help me... Ah..." Hao Fu rolled on the ground in pain.

"Boss Hao, do you still want to say, is your wine real?" Qiao Xiaoqiao asked slowly. She knew that Hao Fu must have been tampered with by Xia Tian.

"Yes, yes...it's fake...quick, quick, save me..." Hao Fu looked at Qiao Xiaoqiao, his expression full of pleading.

"Hao Fu, you bastard, you really cheated me with fake wine!" Qiao Dongyun was so angry that he suddenly stood up and wanted to rush over to hit someone.

Qiao Donghai held him back with one hand: "Don't worry about him, let him suffer. Be careful that someone will take advantage of this opportunity to make trouble. This is a troubled time."

"Miss Qiao...save, save me..." Hao Fu was still begging. He looked really painful.

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

Qiao Feng'er was stunned. Didn't she just ask Xia Tian to save him?

"If he can sell fake wine, I can naturally tell lies." Qiao Xiaoqiao seemed to sense Qiao Feng'er's doubts and explained lightly.

Qiao Feng'er finally reacted, picked up the phone and dialed 120: "Hello, someone in Haoweixuan has been poisoned by fake alcohol, come and save them!"

"What a shitty hotel!" Qiao Dongyun was extremely angry. He also picked up the phone and dialed a number. "Jianghai Daily? I want to expose that someone at Haoweixuan was poisoned by drinking fake wine!"

Hao Fu, who was already in unbearable pain, felt dizzy when he heard this, and then passed out. He himself didn't know whether he fainted from the pain or anger.

What he knew was that his hotel was basically doomed.

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

Qiao Dongyun naturally agreed with this. After such a commotion, he was no longer in the mood to eat here.

After having dinner at another place, Qiao Donghai and Qiao Dongyun went back to the Qiao family for their own business, while Xia Tian and Qiao Xiaoqiao naturally returned to the Qiao Building.

As Xia Tian walked into the door of Qiao’s Building, her cell phone suddenly rang.

It was another unfamiliar number, so Xia Tian picked up the call: "Hello, who is this?"

"My dear husband, do you miss me?" A soft but somewhat strange voice came from the other end. The unnatural words made Xia Tian recognize at once that the caller was the beautiful killer, Isabella.

"I told you not to add that little word. Do you want to be punished again?" Xia Tian was a little unhappy.

"Hehe, my little husband, I really want to be punished by you again. It's a pity that you can't hit me. I'm a million miles away from you!" Isabella laughed sweetly.

"You can come see me!" Xia Tian really missed Isabella a little.

"My dear, the Jianghai police are looking for me. I can't let myself fall into their trap!" Isabella smiled sweetly, then changed the subject, "My dear, I have news to tell you!"

"What news?" Xia Tian asked. He couldn't spank her because of the distance, so he had to ignore the title of little husband.

"The 13th ranked Death Angel in the world has come to your Jianghai City. His target is Qiao Xiaoqiao. Well, he is about 30 years old and of yellow race. You have to be careful..." Isabella quickly introduced the killer's situation, while on the other side, Qiao Xiaoqiao and Liu Meng had already walked to the elevator.

The elevator slowly opened, and Xia Tian suddenly felt a hint of murderous aura coming from inside the elevator. His face changed involuntarily, and he suddenly pounced towards that side.

Almost at the same time, a black shadow suddenly jumped out of the elevator, holding a dagger, and pounced on Qiao Xiaoqiao.

The Qiao Building has recently strengthened its defenses, and this is Qiao Xiaoqiao's private elevator. It stands to reason that there is no way anyone is inside, so Qiao Feng'er and Qiao Huang'er never thought that the killer would be hiding in it. They both followed behind, guarding against possible crises outside, but ignored the elevator, and by the time they realized it, it was too late.

"Miss Qiao, be careful!" The only action that Qiao Feng'er and Qiao Huang'er could take in time was to grab one of Qiao Xiaoqiao's arms and pull her backwards, so that they could at least avoid the first fatal attack.

Xia Tian also slowed down a step. He was a little far away. Even though he was very fast, it would still take a little time. When he was still several meters away from Qiao Xiaoqiao, he found that the killer's dagger was already close to Qiao Xiaoqiao's chest.

The strong pulling of Qiao Feng'er and Qiao Huang'er finally took effect. Qiao Xiaoqiao fell on her back, and the killer's knife missed. However, the killer obviously had no intention of giving up. He also fell to the ground, and the dagger still stabbed at Qiao Xiaoqiao!