In the private room, the people who were just brimming with arrogance now looked like frosted eggplants. After all, they were not as impressive as Lu Deshui had described. Take Xie Zhifu, for instance—he was just a labor dispatch driver, yet he was said to swagger around the official compounds. The consequence of this mutual flattery was that once faced with a problem, their boldness completely fizzled out.
"I'll drink!"
Finally, someone took the lead. As a teacher at the Number One High School, he dared not slack off in the slightest. If he were reported for a lack of professional ethics, he would be out of a job in no time. So without another word, he grabbed the cup in front of him and gulped down the liquor.