Six middle-aged men were waiting in a private dining room at a restaurant. One of them was Bei Bao's boss. As soon as he arrived, he introduced her to the men at the table. After a rather drawn-out round of handshakes and introductions, the boss told Bei Bao about the new job he'd arranged for her, then told her to thank the powerful men present for keeping her fed.
Bei Bao smiled sweetly and clinked glasses with them one by one. Both sides had brought hangover remedies and drank with all their might. When it came to the final round, Bei Bao's boss had someone bring in a bottle of doctored liquor. After getting her to drink a few more glasses, he had someone take her to a room.
The bosses' faces had all changed color from drinking. They'd each had several shots of hangover medicine. One potbellied man said, "The people who work for you sure can hold their liquor. You'd never get her drunk without a little trickery. Is that dose enough?"
Bei Bao's boss smiled. "There's always been an understanding. Even when she isn't drunk, she knows how to behave. But Bei Bao's my cash cow, so take it easy on her."
The potbellied man laughed as he left the private room, went downstairs to the room he'd reserved in advance, then collapsed onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
Bei Bao, who had just been "drunk," sat beside him trimming her toenails. She stuffed every clipping into the potbellied man's mouth, then slapped him in the face in disgust.
Before long, Bei Bao's boss opened the door and came in. As if this were routine, he walked to the bed and checked the man's breathing. Then he fished the nail clippings out of his