Fatty Qian's chubby face emitted a brilliant and solemn radiance again, like a ray of Holy Light, leaving Xu Xiangbei in awe.
"Brother Xu, you're mistaken. How can pursuing beautiful women be merely about satisfying desires? They're an indispensable part of my career. Haven't you heard the ancient poem, 'Fair maidens are what gentlemen pursue'? This is what a gentleman must do. If you don't pursue beauties, you're not a gentleman. We all love beautiful women, so we're all gentlemen."
Xu Xiangbei had no rebuttal and could only down his drink in one go: "Absolutely brilliant, I thought you were just a rich playboy, vulgar, and boring. I never expected you to quote ancient poems; I feel like you've destroyed my worldview."
The two got along well, hugging Russian beauties, clinking glasses, and drinking merrily.
Suddenly, Fatty Qian's eyes lit up as he got another idea: "Brother Xu, just drinking like this is boring. How about we make it a bit more exciting?"
