Chapter 45 Moving Feng Shui
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Zheng was fiddling with his phone, his expression somewhat conflicted.
"Mr. Yang? Is my dish not to your taste?"
Zheng looked up to see an English old man dressed in a suit, speaking fluent Chinese. He had a napkin tied around his neck, holding a knife and fork, his face ruddy and beaming. With his thick white eyebrows and cheeks slightly raised when he smiled, it was not hard to tell that he must have been a heartthrob that charmed countless young women in his youth.
Zheng shook his head, "Of course not."
The old man raised his glass of red wine toward Zheng. Zheng had no choice but to raise his glass and drink with him.
After gulping down his drink, Zheng addressed the man across the table, "Chairman Rong, as it's getting late, I'm afraid I mustn't bother you any longer, I shall take my leave."
Finished speaking, Zheng made as if to leave.