Wang Yunxiao had not originally planned to bring people to the banquet. After all, it seemed somewhat improper to show up with an entourage when someone else is treating you to a meal. But he had no choice.
Eryang, that fool, had spent all his money, and now all he had left in his pocket was that single silver coin Director Qin had given him previously, which he still needed to go to the tavern to settle his tab with.
When you're poor, your ambitions shrink, and when the horse is thin, its hair grows longer.
When your pockets are cleaner than your face, your face becomes your last cash.
Third Master Ding was pouring Wang Yunxiao a drink with a big smile, while Wang Yunxiao held his cup and watched him silently with a sidelong glance.
If today Third Master Ding couldn't provide a satisfactory explanation, Wang Yunxiao would dare to let Youtiao and the others order a feast of eight large bowls.
All to be charged to Third Master Ding's account, eat him out of house and home.
