"This photo..."
Jeff sat in Ding Ding's office, craning his neck to look at the newly appeared photo on Ding Ding's desk, with a cup of coffee on his left and another on his right.
In front of Ding Ding, across from him, was a bowl of yogurt and fruit that had just been delivered along with the coffee.
"Looks great, doesn't it?" Ding Ding answered his own question smugly. "Absolutely gorgeous!"
"Not bad."
As Jeff spoke, he tentatively reached for the fork in the fruit bowl. Ding Ding slapped his hand away, and he promptly turned hostile.
"Bai looks great, but you look a little... old!"
"..." Ding Ding was speechless. "You, go out!"
They were close, so Ding Ding wasn't as polite as he would have been with other clients, eating his fruit with unabashed ease.
Jeff curled his lip and threatened not to place any more polar fleece orders with Ding Ding that year.
Ding Ding's shoulders shook with a chuckle. "Finished this year's orders?"
"...Yes."
Polar fleece was a mainstay for autumn and winter. After the fabric was produced, it still had to go to garment factories to be made into clothing, so this was just the right time to finish.
With the Roman fabric order secured that year, Jeff had grown lax, no longer pursuing other orders as he used to.
As they chatted, Jeff put on another mysterious smile, though he had the sense not to lean in toward Ding Ding.
"Guess who came to see me a couple of days ago?"
Ding Ding glanced at him. "Mingpin's Roman fabric is still sitting there, right? Did he ask you to buy it cheap?"
"You're no fun!" Jeff shot to his feet to express his annoyance at his failed attempt to build suspense. "How did