In the evening at the country, my grandfather ate dinner with the neighbors, ate culturally and drank no less culturally. Daddy, the soul of the company, traves the battle:

I love drinking before I go to work. So it works more fun, and I am not tired, and how it is easier. The most interesting thing is, no matter how much I drink, no matter what condition I am, I will still do the job for all the hundred! This is what the “old guard” means.

When I heard this, I intervened:

Did you drink anything, work for five minutes and sleep in the store? We’ll take you home and then we’ll have to do everything for you.

Here are you and the entire “old guard”...