Li Bing had always been quite hospitable by nature. If he had not been worn down into something of an imbecile over the past two years, and if this had not been Cambodia, he would not have become so timid and submissive.
"Don't stand on ceremony. Hurry up, bring over two bowls, and let's have a drink together!" Chen Mo said.
"All right!" Li Bing stopped agonizing over it. His mood had been foul these past two days, and drinking with the person before him would at least give him something to be happy about. As for whether this person was some kind of scammer, he truly could not be bothered to care about it. He had nothing left for anyone to scheme against him over. If someone came to plot against him now, it would be a joke.
Besides, he and Chen Mo had only met by chance. Li Bing had been the one to stop his car and strike up a conversation with Chen Mo on the road, so there was no question of deception.
One look at the home behind him was enough. What could anyone possibly want to swindle from him? There was nothing in his home. He did not even have a stool to sit on. If they wanted to drink, they had to sit cross-legged on the floor. So there was nothing to worry about.
Alcohol!
It could bolster courage, and naturally, it could also help people make friends. At a drinking table, once the liquor was poured, there was no problem that could not be resolved. That was why China's drinking culture had such a long history. Most of the time, people did not drink because they genuinely wanted to; they drank because they hoped to settle something. That was why there were