The Space-Time Boss: 1970s Revolution

Chapter 179: Song Ruyuan

By the time Wei Xuezhe and Chen Ye arrived, the sky had already darkened.

The two of them entered carrying two bottles of liquor.

The sound of the door opening startled Wu Chengfeng, who was chatting inside. He turned around and gave them an annoyed look. "I said, couldn't you two arrive a bit earlier?"

Chen Ye smiled warmly, "I was a bit delayed, sorry about that."

Wu Chengfeng gave him a sidelong glance, muttering under his breath, "A smiling tiger."

But he said nothing further. After so many years of brotherhood, he knew exactly who could joke around and who had a lot of tricks up their sleeve. Some people appeared all smiles on the surface but had plenty of ways to trap you behind the scenes.

Wei Xuezhe came over and put his arm around Wu Chengfeng's shoulder. "We're not that late. If necessary, I'll toast you with a couple of extra drinks later."

"You're shameless," Wu Chengfeng said coolly, "Everyone knows you have a poor tolerance for alcohol. Are you going to repeat the last time and just use tea instead of liquor?"

Wei Xuezhe only smiled and remained silent, while Lu Zuoxian next to him burst into a hearty laugh.

"Ha ha ha... haha."

Even Zhai Jiu's usually calm eyes showed a hint of amusement.

The room quickly became lively.

Lu Zuoxian noticed the Moutai liquor they had brought and said, "What's this? We always drink Erguotou. Why the two bottles of Moutai?"

Chen Ye replied with a smile, "Some people aren't used to Erguotou..."

At these words, Lu Zuoxian's smile faded.

Wu Chengfeng's tone lifted slightly, "He, he won't come, right?"

Only Zhai Jiu's expression remained unchanged.

Chen Ye's gentle face continued to smile warmly, "It's uncertain, but he has been notified."

"Then let's not worry about him. We'll start drinking."

Wu Chengfeng suddenly stood up, set aside the two bottles of Moutai, and opened the prepared liquor on the table, pouring out a few cups. With his eyebrows raised, he looked at everyone, "Brothers, shall we start?"

The room had a round wooden table. Zhai Jiu walked over to stand next to Wu Chengfeng, picking up a glass and raising it slowly.

The others also found their places and raised their glasses. Without saying anything, they all understood each other with just a glance.

They lifted their glasses and drank in one go.

After two glasses of liquor, the conversation flowed freely.

Among friends, topics could range widely, but everyone knew which subjects were off-limits.

For instance, they never discussed military matters in front of Lu Zuoxian.

Wei Xuezhe, who indeed had a poor tolerance for alcohol, quickly showed signs of drunkenness after just one or two glasses. He sat quietly, listening to Wu Chengfeng's high-spirited discussion and occasionally laughing along.

However, his laughter often came a beat too late, as if he were always a step behind in behavior.

The others were aware of this. Chen Ye poured him a cup of tea and didn't bother him further, continuing his own conversations with those nearby.