"I know, I'm not an alcoholic who can't live without alcohol. It's all for social occasions, I have no choice."
"Given your current condition, no one would dare force you to drink if you didn't."
Xing Baohua held the bowl, took a deep breath, then took two more deep breaths to prepare herself mentally, and then gulped down the bowl in one go.
It was bitter, extremely bitter.
As the old saying goes, good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease; medicine that doesn't taste bitter is basically ineffective.
The more bitter the medicine, the better its therapeutic effect is said to be.
Xing Baohua didn't feel anything, and since his illness wasn't something that could be cured immediately, he could only wait and see if it would work.
The morning erection bothered him, and he couldn't get it down anytime soon.
Half an hour after each dose of medicine, Xing Baohua would squat on the toilet. It was the heat-clearing effect of the medicine that allowed her to persevere.
But the other kind of fire, the one that can't be extinguished, is the most painful.
Dashilan Street still retains some of the old buildings of ancient Beijing. In fact, some parts have already been demolished to make way for modern-style buildings.
The teahouse that Xing Baohua booked was said to have a history of over a hundred years, but that's not actually the case; it's only been around for a few years. The owner insisted that his ancestors had been running teahouses, thus creating the illusion of a century-old history.
This place is quaint and antique, and everything is reproduced according to the old traditions.
There weren't many customers when Xing Baohua arrived. As he entered the private room, he could still hear the sound of mahjong tiles being rubbed.
Modern teahouses are not just for drinking tea; they are also places for chatting, making friends, and exchanging information. In ancient times, they were essentially platforms for socializing and chatting.
Nowadays, most people are trying to be trendy and like to go to coffee shops.
The teahouse business wasn't good, so it became a side business.
Xing Baohua met Qiu Jun, who was about the same age as her.
The two shook hands, sat down, and had tea served.
"Mr. Xing, you come here often." Qiu Jun looked around after sitting down.
"No, this is my first time here too. I thought it would be quiet, but it's actually a bit messy. Don't mind it!"
"It's alright. It doesn't matter where we chat, we're not talking about anything confidential," Qiu Jun said with a smile.
"That's right. I heard from your junior that you're the top programmer in the country. I'd like to invite you to come and collaborate with us. You and your junior together will bring about change to the world."
After Xing Baohua finished speaking, Qiu Jun smiled slightly: "How is Xiaotian?"
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