After Xiao Mo drank a glass, he looked drunk. Manager Zhang knew that he couldn't hold his liquor, so he continued to pour him more wine.
Xiao Mo, who was pretending to be drunk, took the bottle and drank it. The more he drank, the more he finished a large bottle of alcohol.
"Brother Xiao Mo, do you want to make money?" Manager Zhang asked.
"Yes!" Xiao Mo's eyes were glazed over from the alcohol.
Manager Zhang gave the others a look. "We have a good way to earn money here. Do you want to join us?"
Xiao Mo reached into his pocket and pretended to be looking for something. "What money? Where is my money?"
Manager Zhang held his hand and smiled. "The money is with us. Do you hate Zhuang Liu? Why is he so rich? Why can he get so much money without doing anything?"
