"I'd rather not go. It might be good for the Song Brothers to go with you instead. I can't even hold a conversation with those people. I bet they have tons of manners at the dinner table. I remember someone saying that when they drink, they even have to compose poetry and follow certain toasts, and talking about this or that when dining. I'm not going, I'm afraid of embarrassing myself!" Wang Yongping kept waving his hands.
Wang Yongzhu felt like kicking this spineless guy. It's just a meal, what's there to be afraid of?
"You're going because I said you're going! You don't have to say anything when you're there. Just eat when you should eat, and drink when you should drink! It's businessmen who are inviting us, not those scholars. What are you afraid of? Everyone knows that being amicable leads to a prosperous business. They aren't fools. They are inviting us to dinner, not to make enemies. What embarrassment?"
