The entire Fang Family's separate garden was a bustling scene of fervent activity, remarkably lively.
Fang Ju lifted his cup and repeatedly said, "Good, very good..."
Everyone raised their glasses to celebrate together.
A glass of wine downed, enthusiasm flaring like fire.
Wine doesn't intoxicate; people get drunk on their own.
After having too much, the wine seemed to change in flavor, tasteless as water.
As evening approached—
Someone came to report.
"Report, chief... there are three individuals outside the courtyard asking to see you, claiming to be your old friends."
"Old friends?"
Fang Yu did have quite a few old friends in Jiangzhou, but who would it be at this hour?
"Let them in."
"Yes!"
Shortly after.
Three men walked in.
Before they even entered, a hearty laughter could be heard—
"Brother Yu! That's really not cool of you, not even inviting us!"
"That's right, Brother Yu, have you soared to the skies and forgotten about us?"
"Brother Yu, just too stingy!"
