Maotai Liquor had no immediate impact, but the aftermath was strong.
By the afternoon, he hadn't gone out anywhere; instead, he busied himself at home putting up couplets and took the chance to tidy up his second-floor room.
Dinner hadn't even started when Chang Fu drove over in his Mercedes. He was already impatient to win some money.
Three classmates whom he had invited were in the car, all compulsive gamblers whenever they went back home.
What can you do if there's not a single common hobby? Even the best relationships can get strained.
"Old Chen."
With a loud voice, he called from downstairs. Chen Pingsheng was still upstairs spreading bedsheets, and this shout made him feel a bit itchy to go down.
"You haven't eaten yet, why have you come so early?"
"I'm in a hurry to win some money from you, and besides, the boys are here. What's the point in eating? Let's go drink out on the streets."
