Zhang Ziwen surveyed the crowded room, raising his voice he said: "Today...I'm extremely grateful for all of you for standing by my side. There's nothing much I can say, but my gratitude is in this drink. I drink first in respect. Cheers!" As he finished speaking, Zhang Ziwen downed the drink in his cup.
"Cheers!" The crowd echoed in unison, and everyone downed their drinks.
"Come, brothers, let's have three more rounds. These three rounds symbolize my gratitude. Let's drink it down!" Zhang Ziwen raised his cup repeatedly, downing three drinks in quick succession, embodying the unbridled heroism.
"Cheers!" The crowd echoed in unison, without any unnecessary words, they emptied their drinks. When Brother Wen proposed a toast, they dared not to refuse it, be it three rounds or dozens of them.
