In other words, Fang Buwei's body is different from ordinary people, with extremely strong five senses, and ordinary people can't taste it at all.

Even if the wine is frozen, it shouldn't be the taste?

Fang Buwei looked up at Wang Shihe. Wang Shihe had already drunk the wine and was still lit up the bottom of the cup.

Fang Buwei spit the wine at his feet in a "pop" sip, and then slaps his tongue again.

Seeing the prompts given by the system, Fang Buwei's eyes were almost protruding.

Glycoprotein toxin.

To put it simply, it is ricin.

Fang Buwei glanced at Wang Shihe in horror.

Seeing that Fang Buwei vomited out the wine he drank in his mouth again, Wang Shihe asked in confusion: "Don't be used to drinking it? This is the best Shaoxing Huadiao. After entering the well, it happened to relieve dryness, which was refreshing..."

I'll burn your lungs?

My life is almost gone, are you still talking about words here?

Fang Buwei pulled Wang Shihe like lightning and punched Wang Shihe's lower abdomen.

Wang Shihe's stomach shrank, and he opened his mouth with a "uh", and a stream of wine spurted out.

The person on the table next door was watching Comrade Jianfeng and his wife at the church, but no one paid attention to what Fang Buwei and Wang Shihe were doing.

"You...what are you doing..."

Fang Buwei's punch made Wang Shihe almost breathless.

"There is poisonous in the wine!" Fang Buwei gritted his teeth and said in Wang Shihe's ear, "Call all of you... You first find a way to induce vomiting, then go to the doctor and boil a pot of licorice water and pour it on..."

After saying that, Fang Buwei smashed his lips again.

The toxins contained in that glass of wine were very low, and basically the body that the other party did not do could pose any danger, so the system did not issue a warning.

But Fang Buwei dared not compare Wang Shihe's physical condition with himself.

This thing is different from cyanide. It has a slow attack and there is nothing to see at all. Fang Buwei dares not say that Wang Shihe will definitely be fine.

Moreover, ricin has no solution at all, so Fang Buwei can only treat dead horses as living horses.

"How do you know that the wine is poisonous?" Wang Shihe asked in horror.

"I have eaten more poison than you have seen..."

Seeing that Wang Shihe was still in a state of concern, Fang Buwei wanted to scold her.

He really didn't mean to fool Wang Shihe.

After saving Yu Erjun, after returning to Nanjing, Fang Buwei also sent the remaining cyanide and the string of chicken mother beads to the special training department, and studied it with the special training department.

After that, Fang Buwei used the equipment of the special training department to adjust the proportion.

When the special training department invents any new poison, Fang Buwei is the one who cares most, and will always go over to study and study.

Everyone in the special training department knows that Fang Buwei has a creepy habit: taste poison!

Ma Chunfeng was afraid that he would become the two Wang Shixiang, so he scolded him twice.

He would not have time to explain to Wang Shihe. After lifting Wang Shihe up, Fang Buwei picked up the chopsticks again and quickly picked up the cold dishes and delivered them to his mouth.

No matter how late Wang Shihe was, he knew that Fang Buwei was trying poison.

Regardless of whether what Fang Buwei said was true or not, Wang Shihe had to be careful.

Fang Buwei's reputation has been resounding throughout Nanjing, which is not unreasonable.

Wang Shihe squatted down, put his two fingers into his throat, and buckled them twice.

After he vomited almost, after standing up, Fang Buwei tasted all the ten cold sprouts and teashui on the table.

"How is it?" Wang Shihe asked.

"There is no poison in the dish!" Fang Buwei replied.

Fortunately, the poison has not been put into the dishes, otherwise the tables that had already moved their chopsticks would be very unsure how many of them could survive.

Fang Buwei was 90% sure, and the poison was still for Comrade Jianfeng and Mrs. Mao.

If the poison is put into the vegetables, if the person who eats it first occurs early, how dare the person behind it?

After throwing down the chopsticks, Fang Buwei glanced around the venue again.

The two drinkers were still giving wine at the table, but the guests at the table were esteemed and did not expect that they would start to move their chopsticks like the neighbors who were experiencing their meals, so naturally they didn't move the wine either.

The only one who drank alcohol in the venue might not be able to get along with Wang Shihe.

But if you don’t stop it, there will be a third and fourth ones soon.

Fang Buwei looked at the stage again.

Comrade Jianfeng and his wife had already finished worshiping the church and had just gotten up.

A woman dressed in a maid was waiting in the audience with a wine pot and four wine glasses.

Fang Buwei knew this link.

This glass of wine was drunk by Mrs. Mao, the uncle of the Jiang family of Xikou, and the Jianfeng couple, representing etiquette.

"Your people have taken over the wine, and the other two friends who gave the wine are controlled first..." Fang Buwei patted Wang Shihe and explained in a low voice.

Who would have thought that if you just hold a wedding for Comrade Jianfeng in your hometown, you would have such a thing?

This time, Fang Buwei came to Xikou without any of his subordinates, so Wang Shihe brought ten followers, most of whom were still civil servants who were used to run errands.

The staff were too small and not very suitable for use, so Fang Buwei could only act carefully and even dared not speak out.

Fortunately, it was controlled before the situation broke, and at most one Wang Shihe died.

Fang Buwei said whether there is poison or not. Wang Shihe cannot verify it. Now he can only think that what Fang Buwei said is true.

He nodded vigorously and ran to find his men.

Fang Buwei cursed in his heart and walked towards the ceremony.

He felt that he was just a matter of trouble, and wherever he went, he would cause trouble.

At the same time, he also sighed at the Chairman's luck.

I won't talk about the previous things.

If I didn’t come this time, I wonder how many people would fall in this game?

Is it strange?

Why didn’t I hear such a thing happen when Comrade Jianfeng held a wedding in his previous life?

These thoughts flashed through Fang Buwei's mind, and Fang Buwei had already walked out of the audience.

He noticed that someone touched him behind him, and the maid subconsciously turned her head and saw that it was Fang Buwei, and subconsciously blushed.

She is Mrs. Mao’s personal maid, and she knows that Fang Buwei is a high-ranking official from Nanjing and is also a good friend of the young master.

So young and so handsome?

Fang Buwei looked at the maid and said with a smile: "Sorry, I'm leaving too fast, I bumped into you..."

"It's okay!" the maid responded in a low voice.

It's okay!

But the wine pot fell to the ground, and the maid who was crazy about the flower did not notice it?

After following Fang Buwei's finger, the maid was panicked.

What should I do?

The ceremony was finished on the stage, and I was waiting to bring the wine on my own.

Fang Buwei picked up the wine pot, took the tray from the maid's hand, and said with a smile: "Don't panic, just go to the kitchen to get another pot, I will explain to Brother Jianfeng..."

The maid nodded helplessly and ran to the kitchen in panic.

The kitchen has been controlled by the people sent by Wang Shihe. It would be strange if the maid can get wine when she goes there.

The ceremony was completed, and the courtesan on the stage was turning around and looking for the maid who was holding the wine, but saw Fang Buwei with one hand and the wine glass with the other hand, coming to the front of the stage.
Chapter completed!