'As long as it doesn't get gross.'
'Then everything's fine.'
They all clinked their glasses.
"President Lin, your influence is really something else. You just have to say the word on Douyin and hundreds of people show up. You're just... here, here, let me toast you again."
Duan Wuzhuang's face was flushed and beaming, his smile creating deep crinkles. He gave a big thumbs-up.
Lin Chu smiled and clinked glasses with him.
He had been waiting to hear what would come next, but the man simply offered a toast and said nothing more, changing the subject to the "wind, flowers, snow, and moon."
Lin Chu then learned that the phrase "wind, flowers, snow, and moon" actually came from Dali, and referred to real sights: the Xiaguan Wind, the Shangguan Flower, the Cangshan Snow, and the Erhai Moon.
Such uniquely blessed scenery.
They didn't discuss anything else for the rest of the dinner, leaving Lin Chu with a feeling of anticlimax.
'Hm?'
