Everyone was very happy with a meal of wine. Zhao Bin drank such expensive wine for the first time, but when he finished it, he felt the same thing. It must be better than a dozen pieces, but to say how delicious it was, Zhao Bin felt less obvious than red wine.

When he walked out of the clubhouse, Lao Niu took Zhao Bin's shoulder, drank a little too much, and talked a little loudly. "Brother, I tell you, your boy can handle things. I recognize you as a friend. I'm sure I won't let you lose money. I'll give you the money from those stores tomorrow!"

"You're welcome, Brother...