The old drunk was placed on the bed by Wang Hu. Lin Feng shook him, but the old drunk was sleeping soundly, showing no intention of waking up.
Wang Hu said, "How about pouring some water on him to wake him up?"
Lin Feng shook his head and said, "It's useless, this old guy just drinks and sleeps. If he doesn't want to wake up, no one can wake him."
Lin Feng was very familiar with the old drunk. He leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Old drunk, wake up, I brought you a thousand-year-old brew from the Wanhua Building, hurry and try it."
"What? Thousand-year-old brew from the Wanhua Building? That's good stuff, not something ordinary people can buy." The old drunk, who was sleeping deeply, immediately sat up, looking anxious, eager to have a drink right away.
"Where's the wine? Where's the wine? Kid, you're not tricking me about the thousand-year-old brew from the Wanhua Building just to wake me up, are you?"
