The fighting starts around the 45-second mark, but the build-up is almost worth it. These guys have to be drunk, right? That green bottle that shatters has to be baijiu, right? (Chinese moonshine, basically.) We don’t know.
And then it ends, weirdly, with both men missing a flip-flop. One guy is driven away with his shoe still on the ground. The other holds his flip-flop and shouts vulgar curses, held back by his less angry friends. Metaphor?