At two in the afternoon, Li Zhao walked into the bar and threw his backpack onto the counter, "Drink."
The bartender handed him a specially mixed drink, "Brother Zhao, heard you made the news?"
Li Zhao hadn't been feeling upset until the topic came up. "You all know about it?"
"How could we not," the bartender said with a laugh, "The huge letters of TIM Bar are quite eye-catching right in the middle, hard to miss. Such a rare opportunity, it couldn't be fake news, could it?"
Li Zhao took a sip of his drink, "Can there be any truth to that kind of news, it's nothing but a few random photos and then a bunch of nonsense written up."
