"You have to accept it."
Dean Zhang said, "Otherwise, we'd feel bad. Do you think it's too little? If so, I'll top it up out of my own pocket."
He threw in the joke with a smile.
With things having gone this far, Gu Jinshui felt that refusing again would only seem fussy. "All right, I'll accept it. But before we leave, you have to let us treat you to a meal. We've caused you plenty of trouble on this trip, so you must do us that honor."
Dean Zhang and the others readily agreed.
In the next room, Professor Xu listened to Gu Jinshui and felt genuinely impressed.
He wasn't even thirty yet, was he? How was he so good with people?
Compared with him, Sun Zhiping was worlds apart.
People from Shandong could really hold their liquor. Professor Bai and the others were still unsteady on their feet when they boarded the train, especially Professor Bai. When Dean Zhang realized he couldn't outdrink Gu Jinshui, he had dragged Professor Bai into playing drinking games instead.
Professor Bai lost nine times out of ten. He was still so drunk that everything in front of him appeared in multiple overlapping images.
"Thank goodness we have soft sleepers for the journey back."
The moment Professor Xu lay down, he couldn't help saying, "I couldn't bear sitting up all the way home. Jinshui, we owe you again."
"Yes, Jinshui, how come you can hold your liquor so well, too?" With Gu Jinshui's help, Professor Bai settled against his pillow. His head throbbed as if someone had taken a hammer to it.
Gu Jinshui laughed. "You gentlemen can't compare yourselves to me. I've been out earning my keep since my teens. How could I get by without knowing how to drink? Another three