"Exactly, you're right, Brother Chen!" Feng Zhixiao grinned and laughed. When he heard there was hope for the Hot Pot City deal, the little brothers were especially joyful, especially Xiao Er, whose dark eyes sparkled with excitement. He looked at Ye Chen and said, "Big brother, really? Does that mean I can eat all the hot pot I want from now on?"
"Shit, that's all you aspire to!" Feng Zhixiao scolded, visibly dissatisfied with Xiao Er.
"Come on, brothers, let's drink up this round." Ye Chen took the lead in toasting.
Everyone immediately belted out cheers and drank. Everyone there was a heavy drinker; Haozi and Da Xia were no exception. If those two started drinking, they could easily match a keg each, probably managing ten bottles of beer each.
