Lin Baici had chopped down a giant tree and was sitting on it with a giant, chatting about everything under the sun.
From the five thousand-year history of China to the hundred-year history of the world, the main thing was boasting, to see how they could bluff.
After his salary had been deposited, Lin Baici had bought a lot of alcohol for stocking up supplies: white, red, and beer, not for himself but mainly for initiating booze-based friendships.
Because this Divine Grace could only be used with alcohol.
The giant was large in size and had a good appetite; a bottle of alcohol was almost like mouthwash for him, but fortunately, Lin Baici's stock was also plentiful.
In fact, once the effects of the booze-based friendship were activated, it didn't matter if it was the expensive Wuliangye or the cheap Erguotou—the effects were pretty much the same.
After all, it was about deep connection, I just chugged it down.