"Cheers, my friends, here's to us coming to Africa, this godforsaken shithole where not even birds bother to crap!"
"Clink."
Three solid porcelain bowls knocked together, the clear liquid sloshing inside them gave off an alluring fragrance.
Moutai Feitian—1499 Renminbi, Cathay's signature liquor before the apocalypse, and the price was just as terrifying.
Of course, things are different now from before the end of the world. After doomsday hit, nobody had the time or mood to produce booze and that kind of crap anymore—even at the Yanjing Assembly Site. Stuff like Moutai, one bottle drunk means one bottle less, so naturally it's even more expensive.
Luckily, none of the people present were the kind of weaklings hanging on by a thread, never knowing where their next meal would come from. Luxuries like Moutai? They could have as much as they wanted!
"Gulp gulp."
