"Mr. Flores, this is Remy Johnston..."
The next day at noon, while Carson Flores was getting his meal in the factory cafeteria, Remy Johnston called him.
Carson asked with a smile, "How's the old gentleman doing now?"
Remy's voice was excited and relaxed, "He's recovering very well, he just needs to rest for a while and then he can be discharged. Mr. Flores, do you have time tonight? I'd like to invite you and your wife to a casual meal to express my thanks."
Carson cheerfully answered, "Sure, if there's meat to eat and wine to drink, I definitely have time."
Remy laughed heartily, "I can see that, Mr. Flores, you are a man of passion. Well, tonight we must drink to our heart's content, not stopping until we're drunk!"
Carson readily agreed, "Okay!"
Remy asked, "Could you give me your address? I'll send someone to pick you up."
Carson replied, "Seashore Pharmaceutical Factory No. 6. Both my wife and I work here."
