He would have preferred to avoid this meeting altogether, but evasion was not an option.
"It's been a while, Vice President Sun," said Jang Chun, the chairman of the Jinhan consortium.
"We saw each other not too long ago," Sun replied tersely. "Though it does feel like it's been ages."
With a disarming smile, Jang Chun seated himself on the sofa uninvited. By convention, Sun should have taken the seat of honor, but instead, he settled opposite Jang Chun, who now sipped his tea as if unaware of the dynamic.
"How is Madam Song Qingling? I trust she's well?" Jang Chun asked with feigned politeness.
"She's quite fond of the items Jinhan recently sent," Sun replied, his tone guarded.
"Really? Truly fond, you say? But surely, nothing compares to the excellence of American goods, wouldn't you agree?"
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