Second floor of the Drunken Immortal Tower, Peony Private Room.
Four dishes sat on the table.
Gu Junhao sat in his chair, the veins on his forehead throbbing.
"Mr. Wang, say what you mean. Stop beating around the bush."
Wang Xiaoliang wiped his hands with a damp towel and tossed it onto the tray.
"Mr. Gu, my salary isn't high, and I have a mortgage to pay every month."
"I can't afford Moutai or Wuliangye."
"Those are the only two you usually drink, so let's skip the alcohol today."
Gu Junhao snorted.
The brat was still mocking him.
"Then we won't drink."
Wang Xiaoliang put down his chopsticks and pointed at the dishes.
"Eat."
"You went hungry for days in there. You can't have had a decent meal."
Gu Junhao stood on no ceremony.
He grabbed his chopsticks, picked up a piece of Dongpo Pork, and stuffed it into his mouth.
The fat entered his mouth, its juices melting across his tongue.
So fucking good.
And he was so fucking hungry.
He often came to the Drunken Immortal Tower. He had long since grown sick of these dishes from treating people to meals.
Today, though, they tasted especially good.
He wolfed down his food, his chopsticks flying between the plates and his bowl, paying no attention whatsoever to Wang Xiaoliang across from him.
He polished off three bowls of rice in a row.
Gu Junhao pulled over two tissues and vigorously wiped the grease from the corners of his mouth.
Shielding his mouth with one hand, he picked his teeth with a toothpick in the other.
"Mr. Wang, I'm full."
Gu Junhao pressed the toothpick into the ashtray.
"Tell me about your opportunity. I'm very interested now."
Across from him, Wang Xiaoliang leisurely finished his last mouthful of soup and