"Heh, Professor Cui, what a coincidence, huh?"
At the entrance to Yingchun Street, just as Cui Qingyuan turned in, he ran into Old Huang, who had taken a taxi.
Old Huang was here today specifically to drink, so he hadn't driven. He came by taxi instead, allowing him to enjoy his drinks more freely and to his heart's content.
Tomorrow, his wife and kid would all be returning from Southern Yunnan.
So, he took advantage of today's lack of supervision to indulge in his love for alcohol once more.
The friendship between men is quite interesting. Take Old Huang and Cui Qingyuan, for instance—one is a food supplier who didn't even finish middle school, and the other is an artificial intelligence expert with numerous accolades.
You'd think they wouldn't want to exchange half a word, but they became good friends after last time's crab feast and found they actually hit it off when chatting.
