"Chief Wang, this drink is a toast from all of us to you, you cannot refuse."
"This humble officer would not dare, would not dare."
Wang Sheng sat at the lower end of the table, appearing somewhat restrained. As he spoke, he drained his cup of wine and shook the empty cup at the people at the table.
A raucous cheer erupted from the table.
"There! This cup is from me to you, and you definitely can't turn it down."
The one toasting him was a middle-aged man dressed in blue with a black headpiece, his face flushed red, the man was his immediate superior, a Centurion named Left from the Judicial Commissioner's Office.
Wang Sheng was new to Jiaozhou, having been transferred to serve under Centurion Left. According to the rules, the officers and officials of the Judicial Commissioner's Office should go to his home for a drink, to work together in the future not as brothers, but better than brothers.
But Li Yan's advice to Wang Sheng was, to put it bluntly, spot on.
