"I'll go! You've already had a round, so I won't take advantage of you. From now on, I'll drink a full bowl for every half-bowl you drink!" The men at the logging camp were a boisterous bunch; they wouldn't admit defeat so easily. Someone immediately stepped up to take the bald guy's place, ready to keep drinking against Xiaoliu. It wasn't about the fine wine Shen Yibin had promised—it was purely a matter of pride.
"Foreman, if they get this drunk, won't it affect their work tomorrow?" Shen Yibin asked, worried about delays. That Heaven-Reaching Tree was still lying in the valley.
"It's fine," Lao Qi said dismissively. "Don't worry that he's passed out drunk now. He'll sleep it off and be right as rain in the morning. They're all young men. They recover quickly."
"That's good!" Shen Yibin finally relaxed. He watched eagerly as Xiaoliu drank the loggers under the table, one after another. It was safe to say everyone had a blast that night.
