On the solid wood coffee table, two cups of hot tea gave off a fragrant steam.
"Good tea," He Qing said.
Zhou Yang smiled, "The best thing about a bank, besides money, is the tea leaves. Sitting in the office, enjoying a cup of tea, life is really flavorful."
Their exchange was simple and relaxed. He knew He Qing's purpose, but who would dive straight to the point from the beginning? A little schmoozing was expected, even though Zhou Yang considered his guest a once-famous businessman from Huang City with connections in both legitimate and illegitimate circles.
But things were different now. In this post-apocalyptic world, past glory had vanished like smoke, and everything was to start anew.
At this moment, He Qing set down his teacup, adopting a serious posture that clearly indicated it was time to talk business.
