After the group of Netherworld Messengers went downstairs.
One person stayed behind.
"Why haven't you scrammed yet, brat?" Uncle Wei shot him a sideways glance.
Jiang Chen's glance was even more sideways than his as he snorted through his nose. "Getting old has dulled your brain?"
"I'm with the Security Department. The Security Office is on the ground floor. Where am I supposed to go?"
Seeing how much he was asking for a beating, Uncle Wei's aged face twitched. His earlier desolation vanished, and he flicked his sleeve to leave, only to suddenly remember something.
"Where's my good grandson?"
"Out championing justice."
"He's only a few years old, and you send him out hacking up ghosts every day. Don't let my grandson pick up the same problems you have!" Uncle Wei looked worried.
"What kind of talk is that? What are you saying?" Jiang Chen looked indignant.
Uncle Wei entered the Security Office and sat on the coffin-like bed board. He dragged over the carved rosewood table he normally treasured, opened the takeout bag beside him, and set a roast chicken, a dish of peanuts, and a bottle of cheap liquor on it.
"There's only one cup. None for you, brat!"
Jiang Chen took a couple of looks and shook his head disdainfully.
"I never drink liquor that costs less than ten yuan. Old Wei, you really have it rough. I'll treat you to some Erguotou another day. Ten yuan for a tiny bottle, with a rich sauce aroma. It'll make you feel like all the liquor you've drunk in your life was wasted."
At that, Uncle Wei, who had still felt a little smug, froze. He couldn't pinpoint what annoyed him, but the brat's words made him uncomfortable all over.
*So you don't drink anything under ten yuan, but