Mr. Jing, sent as the representative, smiled so broadly his mouth almost split. He pulled another old man over, patted his chest, and gave a thumbs-up. The old man he pulled over looked to be only seventy, with hardly any wrinkles on his face. He appeared much younger compared to Mr. Jing, who had a face full of deep creases.
The old man also pulled Mr. Jing in and said, "Old friend, your family is truly outstanding! This contribution is huge. I'll treat you to dinner. You must honor us with your presence in my RV... If you don't come, it's like you're looking down on me."
"That would be so embarrassing..."
"Hey, how about this: I'll cover the meal, and you bring the drinks. Didn't you mention you still have some treasured Wuliangye at home?"
"Just a few bottles. Since you've asked, old brother, I'll definitely have to bring one."
