Sitting side by side in a living room with a distinctly youthful, modern style, Song Shichang personally poured Zhou Quan a cup of tea.
As for Chow Sing Sing, Xu Zhengyang, and the others, the villa's servants naturally attended to them.
"I heard you enjoy tea, Sergeant Zhou, so I brought a cake of Pu'er from home especially for you. Please give it a try."
Song Shichang busied himself for quite a while, showing how much importance he attached to Zhou Quan.
Then he instructed a middle-aged man in a sharp suit behind him, "Mike, bring over the gift I prepared."
Zhou Quan paused ever so slightly as he lifted his teacup, but his expression remained unchanged.
He was willing to do his part for the Motherland's honor, but if any monetary transaction became involved, it would undoubtedly insult his character and integrity.
"Then I'll have to savor this cup of yours, Mr. Song, and see just what it tastes like!"
Taking a light sip, Zhou Quan gave a calm, meaningful smile.
Song Shichang, who enjoyed quite a reputation among the scions of Hong Kong Island's prominent families and had already begun formally taking over the Da Feng Group, surely would not be so unwise.
"I don't know much about tea myself, but my father has studied it quite extensively."
Song Shichang was perceptive himself, and he could certainly hear the implication in Zhou Quan's words.
Yet rather than rush to explain, he made a slightly self-deprecating joke.
"Here's something for you to laugh at, Sergeant Zhou: I actually sneaked this tea out of my father's tea room."
Song Shichang was very confident in the gift he had prepared. He believed that once its true nature was revealed,
the highly sought-after Sergeant Zhou sitting opposite him would have absolutely no