The jeering was childish, but undeniably effective.
As they sang to each other, a trace of ambiguity seemed to linger in the air. Once the song ended, another round of enthusiastic applause erupted, followed by incessant chants of, "Get together! Get together!"
Sun Dasheng shot his younger brother a look. Sun Dacheng received the signal and quickly put an end to the farce. Everyone followed his lead, and the private room returned to its previous lively atmosphere—people went back to drinking, singing, and dancing.
Before long, the door to the room was pushed open, revealing an uninvited guest. The man walked in holding a bottle of wine in one hand and a glass in the other, greeting everyone and offering toasts as he went around. Most of the people in the room knew him, but only through their elders. In response to his toasts, they all took a polite sip.
