It was evening the next day.
Wang Xiaoqiang and Ding Chunqiu came together to a city thousands of miles from the Wind Rain Pavilion and went up to a restaurant.
In the hall of that restaurant, they ordered wine and food, sat drinking leisurely, and as the sky darkened, the guests in the hall gradually dispersed, leaving only one guest, drunk and sprawled out on the table, sleeping soundly.
The restaurant attendant saw that this person was dressed in tattered clothes, not seeming to be wealthy, and came over with a face full of disdain, "Hey, hey, don't sleep, we're closing."
A push couldn't wake him.
Wang Xiaoqiang gestured to the shop attendant, and as the shop attendant approached, Wang Xiaoqiang took out ten pieces of golden silk and tossed them to him, "That's my friend, go and get a room for him."
"Yes, yes, I'll take care of it immediately." The shop attendant took the money and arranged for a room, handing over the guest room key.
