Fortunately, the octagonal pavilion had plenty of seating, and the long stone bench was spacious enough to accommodate Tanki Liuli's frame.
The bodyguard handed over a bottle of mineral water.
"It's been at least six months since we last met in East Sea, hasn't it, Mr. Jiang?"
A textbook-style opening line.
Before diving into serious negotiations, it's customary to first build rapport.
In truth, the two weren't very familiar with each other—just one prior meeting.
Jiang Chen nodded and casually remarked, "Not that long ago, though it seems like you've grown more gray hairs, Mr. Niu."
If the business world were a Martial Arts arena...
Niu Jili would undoubtedly be a founder of his own school. But in reality, his age was nearing fifty, though he hadn't quite breached that mark yet.
"Hard work is just like that; the more you think about things, the harder it is to keep the gray away."
Niu Jili's smile carried a sense of unrestrained ease.
For men.
