The food and drinks are served.
Su Xin opened a few bottles of beer and started gulping them down with grilled skewers. Soon, with a drunken haze in his eyes, he shouted loudly:
"Waiter, check please!"
"Hello, sir, one hundred and sixty."
"How much?"
"Sir, one hundred and sixty."
"Only this much?"
Su Xin muttered, pulled out his wallet from his pocket, pretended to be drunkenly fumbling, and after a long time finally extracted two hundred-yuan bills from the interlayer, accidentally dropping a wad of cash to the ground.
This wad of money wasn't a lot, probably just around twenty or thirty bills, but this spread of hundred-yuan notes on the ground quickly drew the attention of quite a few people around.
"Hmm? How did they all spill?"
Su Xin, with blurry eyes, stood up from his seat and staggered a couple of steps before slowly squatting down, clumsily picking up the bills one by one from the ground.
