"Mr. Wang, please forgive my sudden visit."
A refined-looking man in his early thirties, dressed in slacks, a white shirt, and black leather shoes, wearing glasses with his hair meticulously combed back, smiled politely at Wang Yan and shook his hand.
Wang Yan said with a cheerful laugh, "Mr. He, you're too polite. You're welcome here anytime. Please, sit. Have some tea—Pre-Qingming Longjing I had brought back from China."
The two sat on opposite sides of the tea table. As Wang Yan handled the tea set and brewed the tea, he took the initiative to ask, "How have the discussions regarding the bank cooperation application been going?"
Mr. He smiled. "Mr. Wang, you know the situation in Burma. There are many things we have to consider. Besides, this has never been a matter between just you and us—it concerns the region as a whole."
"I understand, but it's always best to think positively." Wang Yan laughed and poured him some tea. "So, what brings Mr. He here this time? So long as it's something I can do, I'll spare no effort. No questions asked."
"A reporter from China came here to investigate casino forced-order rooms undercover. He has now gone missing, and it's been three days. Xiao Molong is where your influence is greatest, Mr. Wang, and your sources are the best informed, so we'd like to ask you to look into it."
Wang Yan knew about this matter, because it had been part of the original plot. The man had been taken by Uncle Cai and locked in the basement of Blue Zither Casino, where he suffered some harsh torture. Later, Guo Limin had gone astray and even tortured the reporter himself.
He showed none of it, instead asking in apparent confusion, "He disappeared in Xiao Molong? Nobody would