Old Zhou's chosen location was quite high-end, a luxury hotel.
He obviously had taken seriously what Mr. Fan and Yang Fan had discussed before, not just the exquisite dishes, but also the Maozi alcohol that Mr. Fan had requested from Yang Fan. Before, Yang Fan and Mr. Fan had haggled for a long time, but in front of Old Zhou, a bottle appeared in everyone's hand, and a whole case was stacked in the prep room.
This hospitality instantly brought more smiles to Mr. Fan's face, "Boss Zhou, this is overly generous."
Old Zhou stood up, lifted his glass with politeness, and said to Mr. Fan, "Elder, Fanzi and I are like brothers. Although we're not related by blood, our relationship is nearly as close. You should just call me Xiao Zhou."
"Wouldn't calling you Xiao Zhou at your age be a bit presumptuous?" Mr. Fan chuckled.
Old Zhou laughed, "Elder, even if I were to grow another ten years older, I'd still be Xiao Zhou in front of you."
