"Oh, President Wang—long time no see."
At Perfect Truth Garden, President Fan, who had been calling up friends to leave, spotted Wang Yan smoking and drinking iced tea in the small pavilion at Jing Xiu. He called out loudly and came over laughing all the way.
Wang Yan smiled. "Old Fan, you're really riding high now."
"Oh, no matter how high I'm riding, I can't compare to President Wang. Yellow River Road is full of legends about you. After all these years, they've only grown louder—people all over the country know about you."
"You always have to flatter me when you talk."
Wang Yan handed him a cigarette and had Jing Xiu bring over a can of iced tea. The two began chatting by the pavilion.
"How's Three Rams doing?"
"Pretty well. These past few months, we've distributed nationwide, and we've even exported to Africa. But there are more and more high-end knockoffs on the market. We've more or less made all the money we can from this wave. Now we've come up with new clothes and are looking for partners. Another challenge..."
"There's always a higher mountain. You have to keep scaling the peaks, achieve greater success, and rise to the next level."
President Fan shook his head. "I don't have a good feeling about this one. I'm afraid Three Rams' success can't be replicated. Speaking of which, it was still more reliable working with President Bao. But then what happened with Miss Wang happened. Mei Ping isn't like she used to be—she's like a different person now. No sentiment at all, just talking in terms of export quotas. And President Bao is loyal, so I'm stuck in the middle, caught between two sides.
"Now, I don't want to achieve any great success or rise to any higher level.