Thirty thousand a cup!
To think you could also make money from drinking!
Wu Jie picked up a cup and said with a playful laugh, "Yun, right? The two bottles of Maotai left on your table should be enough to fill about twenty cups, shouldn't they?"
"These one-ounce cups can hold fifty milliliters each, so twenty cups would need a thousand milliliters. The two bottles of Maotai should be just enough, but it seems one bottle has been poured from already, so it won't be a full thousand milliliters!"
Upon hearing this, Yun burst into laughter:
"Ha! Are you worried there won't be enough booze?"
"Look at you, all skin and bones. If you can down a bottle and a half of Maotai, I'll consider it as if you've had twenty cups!"
Wu Jie nodded with a grin, "Alright! I'm quite thirsty!"
He picked up the cup and drained it with a tilt of his neck.
