However, the Rolls-Royce attracted quite a few villagers. They came in to say hello, and since they were already here, they were invited to stay for a bite and a drink.
And so, more and more people came, until there was barely enough room for everyone.
In the kitchen, the few women helping with the cooking were so busy they were run off their feet.
Once a drinking party like this started, it wouldn't end until at least a few people were out for the count.
It started just as it got dark.
By a little after nine in the evening, they had already polished off a case of Maotai, but they were still going, and the party was in full swing.
"Old Lin, this son of yours is really something else!"
"He's amazing, so much better than we were back in the day."
"I've never even driven a Rolls-Royce in my entire life, and your son's already got one. He's a big boss!"
At his father's friends' table, Zhang Dahong, his face flushed red and emboldened by the alcohol, gave a thumbs-up and spoke.
