In the city center, in Khodorkovsky's luxurious apartment, it was not Wang Ye's first visit.
Inside the spacious to slightly vacant living room, Khodorkovsky, Rilinov, and Wang Ye sat across from each other.
Each held and pinched a large cigar, drinking black tea, smoking cigars, and talking.
"Rilinov... uncle, I heard you have something to discuss with me. May I know what it's about?" Wang Ye politely asked.
Rilinov had retired at this moment, hence Wang Ye had to change his way of addressing him. He couldn't call him speaker anymore, so uncle was the most suitable. Subtly he had managed to shorten the distance between them.
Moreover, when Rilinov was in power, he did care a lot for Wang Ye. Calling him uncle was not a loss.
If Rilinov hadn't retired, it wouldn't be Wang Ye's turn to be vice speaker!
Rilinov did not respond immediately. He lowered his head silently and took a hard puff of his cigar. The curling smoke veiled his face.
