Lao Liao wore an old, thin cotton coat. He wasn't squeezed in the crowd but stood at the edge of it, holding a bottle of yellow wine in his hand.,"Team leader, I'm going downstairs to buy some cigarettes," Ding Naifei said. He had several cigarette butts at his feet and was out of smokes; his nicotine cravings were kicking in.,Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!。