"Hey, Little Ma Dan, looks like you're right, this steak really does taste like home."
"Indeed, it's not bad at all. I think I could go for another one, the flavor is amazing!"
Ma Dan looked across at the two uncultured, barbaric guys opposite him and was rendered speechless. He really couldn't understand why there were such people attending this kind of exchange meeting.
They were two guys almost as big as Black Bears. If there was any difference to be found, it was like distinguishing between a Polar Bear and a Brown Bear—not by fur color, but by body size.
Polar Bear was Ivan from Russia's Kolole, and Brown Bear was Anderson from America's Latvian City. When these two guys got together, they didn't look like businessmen at all, but rather like two heavyweight fighters—if their age was not taken into account.
Watching them gobble down a steak in just a few bites, Ma Dan seriously wondered what flavor they could possibly have tasted.
