As the hosts, Zhang Yang and his team members exchanged some simple greetings and then started the battle of the drinking table.
You gotta admit, they're all robust young guys, and their drinking prowess when gathered is really exaggerated.
The ten-plus cases of beer stacked there didn't last till the end, and Brother Meng had to call the supermarket to deliver another ten cases of Tsingtao to barely get through the drinking party.
Leading as the host, Zhang Yang inevitably got poured too much. Despite considering himself a decent drinker, he was plied with nearly twenty bottles of beer and felt woozy.
He forced himself to sustain until the end of the party and only when everyone else was settled did he succumb to the intoxication and sleep soundly on Brother Meng's camp bed.
When he woke up, it was already evening. Zhang Yang rubbed his still tipsy head, got out of bed, and glanced outside the window.
