Lin Chu had originally just wanted to invite a middle-aged man for a meal—a man who had gone bankrupt, considered suicide, but given up at the last minute.
He never expected, however, that this simple act would cause the group members to start clamoring to sign up, all wanting to get together for a meal.
It kind of blew up.
"@Uncle Big Beard, count me in! I'm down for dinner, or even the rooftop! Friends for life, we walk together!"
"...What are you trying to do now!"
"Don't fucking make that kind of dark joke! What the hell!"
"I'm not kidding. I'm really at my limit. The bank is about to auction off my house."
"Let's do dinner, let's do dinner. @Uncle Big Beard, what industry are you in? If it's a fit, a brother can lend a hand."
"Old Hu is a beast at golf, usually shoots under 80. I was wondering why I hadn't seen you in so long. Brother, it really doesn't have to come to this. Come on back."
"+1 for dinner."
