The airport had only opened for flights at the beginning of the year and was a long way from the city. It was already eight p.m. by the time they arrived at the Municipal Bureau.
But they still had to eat dinner.
And they had to drink.
Shen Xin had done his homework before he came.
People from Longzhou were nicknamed the "Wolves of the Northwest," and they bowed to no one when it came to drinking. This was especially true in winter when farm work slowed down. With nothing else to do, a few friends would get together and drink for an entire day.
They had two distinct habits: first, they loved playing finger-guessing games, and second, they drank without eating—just straight liquor.
Reading online about how much the people of Longzhou could drink made Shen Xin's scalp tingle.
With his tolerance for alcohol, he felt like a lamb in a den of wolves.
So, Shen Xin had already made arrangements.
