"I am here, big brother, to offer you a toast." Shang Yifan stood up, bowed deeply, and held his wine cup high, his face wreathed in smiles.
The grand hall was ablaze with light, filled with music and dancing. The crowd mingled, cups clinking, in a spirited atmosphere.
"Good." Shang Qiuniu sat at the head of the table, raised his cup to Shang Yifan, and drained it in one go.
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