A bottle of not-so-good baijiu, yet Chen Xin and the person in charge drank happily.
On one hand, today's events were indeed worth celebrating, and on the other hand, times have changed. Even if it's not premium liquor, it's still liquor.
Having something to drink is already good enough; neither Chen Xin nor the person in charge had any notions of being picky.
There was both liquor and food, and with two men gathered together, once they drank to the point of warmth and excitement, they naturally started to chat.
However, Chen Xin and this person in charge didn't talk about aimless topics; what they discussed was still related to the current situation and national livelihood issues.
"Speaking of which, the whole world is frozen now, where will the food come from? We can't just rely on growing mushrooms and raising mice in each shelter, right? That's not enough to eat?" This question was something Chen Xin was always very concerned and worried about.
