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Everyone took the cigarettes and had a look.

Goodness!

Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes!

At this time, Daqianmen cigarettes were priced 5 cents per pack, unaffordable to ordinary people, hence most people smoked rolled dry tobacco.

This young man, on the other hand, handed out Yellow Crane Tower cigarettes!

Yellow Crane Tower retailed for 20 yuan per pack.

There are a total of 20 cigarettes in a pack, which means, one Yellow Crane Tower cigarette can buy two packs of Daqianmen cigarettes!

Oh my!

What does this young man’s family do for a living?

How come he’s so rich?

Moreover, Mo Qishen gave out cigarettes round after round, took the initiative to light them for everyone, behaving properly like a junior, in a little while, everyone was all smiles. If the difference in seniority wasn’t there, everyone would have wanted to become brothers with him.

Ni Yang quietly praised Mo Qishen in his heart.

This man’s social skills were really impressive.

To start with, Ni Yang was worried that someone as particular as Mo Qishen would mind that Wang Tieniu and the others had just come back from the construction site and were dirty, and hence not want to talk to them. After all, Mo Qishen was a scion of a wealthy family.

But now, it seemed that this concern was completely unnecessary.

Though Mo Qishen was born into a wealthy family, he didn’t look down on anyone. He was polite to everyone, unlike some people who flaunted their wealth, stuck up their noses, hardly seeing anyone else.

At the table, Mo Qishen toasted to Wang Tieniu and the others one by one.

Intending to get Mo Qishen drunk, Wang Tieniu and the others only sipped a little while Mo Qishen drank fast during the toasting.

After going around, Mo Qishen had already drunk a dozen, while Wang Tieniu and the others had only had half a glass.

After drinking about ten glasses, equaling to five or six liang of liquor, amazingly, Mo Qishen was neither flushed nor shaky, showing no signs of drunkenness.

Seeing Mo Qishen not drunk, Wang Tieniu exchanged glances with the rest, stood up, and raised his glass, “Xiaomo, you just toasted to us, now it’s our turn to toast to you.”

Mo Qishen immediately stood up, “Uncle Tieniu, you are my elder, it’s against propriety for you to toast me. I should be the one standing. Please sit down!”

A satisfied expression emerged from the depths of Wang Tieniu’s eyes. He took a seat, “Alright then, I won’t insist, I’ll drink first!”

Mo Qishen also swallowed the wine in his glass.

Another round, and Mo Qishen drank a dozen more, adding up to over a catty, yet he showed no signs of drunkenness.

After this round, Mo Qishen continued to offer cigarettes to everyone.

“Uncles, have a smoke.”

Seeing Mo Qishen being so well-behaved and having such good tolerance for alcohol, and since they still had work in the afternoon, everyone didn’t want to give him a hard time, cheerfully accepting the cigarettes.

It won’t be a man’s drinking party without bragging. As a young bachelor, Mo Qishen couldn’t participate in such topics. Therefore, he was busy pouring drinks, handing out cigarettes, lighting them, thoroughly filling the role of a junior.

The doors of the restaurant were transparent, clearly displaying the inside from the outside when a black luxury car quickly passed by.

Two blonde-haired, blue-eyed people from the F Country were seated in the car.

The driver hit the brakes, tugged at his companion, and swallowed hard, “Morris, look quickly, who’s that inside!”

When Morris impatiently turned to see what was happening inside, the impatient expression on his face gradually turned to shock, “My God! Marcus! I couldn’t have gone blind!”

The whole demeanor of Marcus froze.

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, they would never believe what they were seeing!

The two just kept staring at the scene inside the restaurant, stunned, so much so they barely moved for a while.

Only after receiving a warning look did Marcus nervously step on the gas, driving the car away from the noodle restaurant.

Mo Qishen slowly turned his gaze back, eating his noodles in a leisurely manner. Due to a good upbringing, his posture was especially elegant when eating; even his every movement exuded an aristocratic ambiance.

The bragging at the table continued.

Ni Yang quietly handed a cup of water to Mo Qishen, “Brother Mo, have some honey water, it helps with the alcohol.”

Mo Qishen had drunk at least over a catty of liquor. Despite appearing no different from someone sober, Ni Yang was concerned about a delayed effect of the alcohol.