After finishing his business, it was time for the lunch break. At the restaurant below the company, he arranged a modest welcome banquet for his cousin. It was just the two of them, and the brothers had a few drinks together.
Sun Dacheng must have been pent up at home for too long, because he drank a bit too quickly. To borrow a line from an old poem: *With enough wine, one's courage unfolds.* After drinking a bit too much, he became overly excited and very talkative, sharing many stories from his time in Northern Myanmar—tales that you wouldn't find online.
"It's no small feat that you made it back alive," Sun Dasheng said with a sigh, patting his cousin's shoulder. "These stories of yours… if you wrote a book or made a movie out of them, people would probably love it. Getting it approved would be tough, though."
