Outside Qinghua Pool.
Having had his fill of food and drink, Liu Dagu came out, though he had drunk a bit too much today. The driver helped the unsteady Liu Dagu out. This guy must have been feeling pretty merry from the alcohol, making his body a bit frail—or maybe it was because he was so fat that his legs could barely support him.
Once in the car, the driver immediately started the black Volkswagen and drove off.
In the car, Liu Dagu lay on the comfortable back seat, barely able to lift his eyelids. He was still smacking his lips, as if relishing the taste, saying, "The drinks today were really enjoyable. If only every day could be this carefree, what more could a man ask for in life?"
"Hehe, Secretary Liu, we can come again next time," the driver chuckled.
"What next time? Let's come again tomorrow." Liu Dagu patted his round belly and grinned, "How can we wait until next time for such a fun place?"
"Yes, yes, yes!" the driver nodded eagerly.
