"Michael, about that... What's his name, Ambrose Garrison, we must keep him tight. Dirk Carter wants him, right? Well, we won't give him up and let's see what he does. It's not impossible to let him have him; just restart the electroplating factory, and I won't hold it against him."
Elliot Douglas leaned on Elton Hall's shoulder.
Elliot Douglas said in a daze.
At this moment, the phone rang.
He glanced at the number, it was from his secretary.
Elliot Douglas hung up without looking.
Afterward, the phone rang several more times.
Lincoln Griffin asked, "Mayor Douglas, why not take the call first? We can continue drinking afterward."
"What's there to take? No need. When you meet a friend for drinks, a thousand glasses is not enough. Even if the sky falls today, I'm drinking with you two, fill the glasses, let's continue drinking, turn off all phones, no calls today."
Clearly, Elliot Douglas was already drunk at this point.
That's precisely the effect they wanted.
