"That's impossible!"
Jiang Xiaobai shook his head, "I haven't even finished a bottle of beer, how could I be drunk? I was very clear-headed at the time."
Xiao Qian said, "But I really looked for it. Even Old Wang helped, but we just couldn't find the disc you mentioned. I think you saw it wrong. Could it have grown legs and run off on its own?"
Jiang Xiaobai calmed down and thought about it, then said, "Old Wang must have hidden it beforehand. He doesn't want to give it to me."
Xiao Qian said, "That's even more impossible. I didn't tell Old Wang it was you asking, and he doesn't know our relationship. Let's go home first; I have to go to work."
"Don't go to work yet. First, go to the corner shop and use the public phone there to call Wang Zhiqiang. If the clothes are finished, we can head over and collect them."
"Alright, let's go."
The two of them went to the corner shop in the village, and Xiao Qian pulled out a small notebook with many phone numbers written in it.
