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Ma Du had already been waiting there with the two young men. When he saw Wang Yan appear at the entrance, he hurried over. "Lord Wang!"

Wang Yan waved a hand. "We're all our own people. Why did you bring these two brothers downstairs to wait? Stop being so damned polite all the time."

"Of course I should. Of course I should."

With a genial smile, Ma Du stepped aside and revealed the two crew-cut young men behind him. One had a somewhat plump, round face, while the other had a gaunt-looking square face. Both were over 1.7 meters tall, but standing before the 1.82-meter Ma Du and the 1.84-meter Wang Yan, they looked rather short—especially beside Wang Yan, they appeared much thinner and weaker.

"Lord Wang, let me introduce them. This is Wang Shuo, the fellow clansman I mentioned to you, and this is his friend Ye Jing. They grew up together, served in the army together, got arrested together, and went into business together. He found this restaurant today. He said their Sichuan cuisine is the most authentic in all of Jingcheng."

Smiling, Wang Yan stepped forward to shake their hands. "Little Ma mentioned this namesake of yours to me last year and wanted me to take a look at your work. I've read several pieces you published in Contemporary over the past two years. They were well written—quite original, and the language was fairly bold. I heard your 'Flight Attendant' even won Contemporary's Newcomer Award."

"I'm nowhere near your level. When I first met Brother Ma, he happened to mention your legendary experiences and said you were the one who guided him onto the path of writing. We've been begging Brother Ma to bring us to meet you for the past two years."

It was not difficult