Individual Household/Business restaurant owners feared several kinds of customers most. One kind had no sense of moderation once they started drinking, knocking back cup after cup until midnight, not even calling it quits after vomiting.
Another kind had terrible drinking manners, making a huge racket once drunk and provoking the surrounding neighbors into cursing and complaining.
Li Ye's group had hit both marks today. They shouted and drank until past ten, then launched into a heated discussion about the economic situations in Eastern Europe, Soviet Russia, and the mainland.
It was nearly eleven. The restaurant's cooks had all gone home, leaving only the miserable owner to come refill their water again and again, dropping subtle hints that the roads were unsafe at night. Everyone pretended not to understand.
If not for the fact that the food and liquor from these two tables had been expensive enough to earn Old Zhao a tidy sum, he would have long since started slamming things around and throwing them out.
But the guests could not exactly be blamed either. Since everyone had started working these past two years, they had lost the environment and soil for discussing international affairs. They possessed dragon-slaying skills but had nowhere to wield them. Today, they had finally caught a group of fellow practitioners—if they did not argue to their hearts' content, they would not be able to sleep.
Still, Zhen Rongrong was the one who finally spoke up. "Let's go, let's go. It's almost midnight, and Old Zhao has come over to look at us several times already."
Jiang Xiaocheng said unwillingly, "He runs a private restaurant, so what, he has an eight-hour workday? We've only just gotten to the good part."
Zhen Rongrong rubbed her foggy forehead and waved her hand. "We're all in Beijing, so there'll