Wang Shiwei knew very well that Liu, the Section Chief, was a leader at the tobacco company. How could he possibly lack alcohol to drink on ordinary days?
When faced with all kinds of invitations, he would generally plead and say, "I want to go home for dinner."
Times when he actively wanted to drink out and was even willing to treat were truly rare.
Wang Shiwei smiled. "You're joking, Section Chief Liu. Wanting to drink with me is already giving me face. Of course I'll treat... The baijiu is from our own stock, so drink as much as you like."
"No, no baijiu," Liu, the Section Chief, said. "I'm treating a leader today. That liquor of yours is good—bring me a jug."
"You've got to be kidding?" Wang Shiwei cried. "Section Chief Liu, there were still more than two jin left yesterday, and you took it all away?"
"It's not enough," Liu, the Section Chief, said loudly. "My leader can really drink. More importantly, that liquor feels fantastic to drink. I slept soundly when I got home last night, woke up the next day feeling completely fine, and was especially energetic."
"Of course. If I'm treating Section Chief Liu to drinks, it has to be good liquor," Wang Shiwei said with a smile. "But I don't have much of this stuff left either. I really can't give you a whole jug—half a jug."
"Tch." Liu, the Section Chief, was displeased. "Boss Wang, you sell liquor. Saying that is just no fun. Fine, I'll buy it, okay?"
Wang Shiwei gave a bitter smile. "Even if I wanted to sell it, I don't have that much. There really isn't much left in my hands."
Liu, the Section Chief, truly wanted to buy this liquor. He had woken up feeling refreshed after