"Hey, everyone, quiet down, quiet down. Listen to what I have to say!"
"Give it a rest, old Zhao, what are you talking about? Come on! Let's drink! Last time we didn't have a good drink; this time, no matter what we say, we're not leaving until we're drunk!" Old Lin was evidently a bit tipsy. He clung to Zhao Yunhai's arm, slurring as he called for drinks.
Old Zhao, seeing this, could only chuckle helplessly, "Alright, alright! We will drink, definitely. But let me finish what I have to say first."
"Hey, you old fart, why are you spewing so much nonsense during the New Year? Well then, if you must speak, let me..." Lin Junfu staggered to his feet with some difficulty. After swaying a bit to stabilize himself, he shouted loudly, "Come on! Everyone quiet down so we can hear what kind of highfalutin talk old Zhao has for us! Oh..."
