Drive it down, the two of you! Chug straight from the bottle!
Six, six, six! Down a whole case!
Eight horses! Trade it for baijiu!
Hot pot was all about the atmosphere. In an age before karaoke, hot pot and mahjong were the twin pillars of nightlife.
"Why are those guys still making a racket?"
Ye Tong took advantage of a bathroom break to sneak a look.
The sandbag wall seemed to divide the place into two different worlds.
One was a bright, boisterous revel; the other, dark and quiet.
The night had given me black eyes, but I used them to look down on the lighthouse across from me.
Who needed all that light, anyway?
It was the middle of the night, and they were still making a scene instead of sleeping. Were they trying to cultivate immortality?
"It's almost ten, and they still haven't quieted down?"
After drinking so much beer, Lu Sanhu had to make frequent trips to relieve himself. He tagged along and let out a huge yawn.
The manager who'd been keeping them company went along with them, making it a party of three. "No matter. We'll run them off as soon as it's light. If they refuse to leave, we'll burn their tents. Let's see how well they sleep out in the open—the mosquitoes will eat them alive."
This time, the construction team's leadership was completely in agreement: they had to drive out this bunch of troublemakers who wouldn't help and only made things worse.
Since construction began, the Animal Protection Organization had cost the construction team more than a million yuan in losses—not even counting all the food and supplies they'd helped themselves to. They'd become a persistent nuisance, and the team couldn't put up with them any longer. They'd seize this