Glass after glass of mixed drinks went down.
The scene grew more and more lively.
Five glasses.
Eight glasses.
...
Drinking, sometimes you just can't stop.
In the end,
Everyone at the table had drunk over four catties each, and it wasn't Baijiu, otherwise they would have been on their knees by now.
"I want to drink more."
One shareholder slurred, shaking the empty bottle in his hand.
"No more, burp... let's go to the bar, keep drinking, find pretty... girls," Du Qi's face flushed red, his tongue twisting, as drinking was one of his greatest passions. His second greatest passion was drinking while seeking entertainment.
Even pushing fifty,
Du Qi felt he still had the edge, and when he couldn't, wasn't there the blue pill? A man mustn't admit defeat, if he's down, he's got to get up, though in recent years, the spirit was willing but the flesh was weak.
He would occasionally indulge.
No one at home minded, Du Qi's parents had died a long time ago.