What A Pity, What A Pity

Old Jiang was elated when he heard that. Officials were different. They knew how to host a meal even better than businessmen. He laughed and pulled the strings again. "Brother Qin, you can have more fun in the provincial city. There's no need to rush back to the capital city."

He had already opened the door of the private room. Ye Zhifan stood up and sent him off. He walked over and said, "Thank you, Old Jiang. If Old Master Cao is not here yet, you could come back and drink with us."

As he spoke, he came closer and whispered, "Thank you, Old Jiang."