Chen Yingjun's thoughts momentarily drifted, but he quickly regained his composure, "Boss Yan, if I prepay for three months of merchandise now, could I make two small requests?"
"Let's hear them first!" Yan Fei was no fool; he wasn't short of money at the moment, and a prepayment was merely a guarantee. The more one prepays the bolder the demands might be, and what if the requests were unreasonable? How would he cope with agreeing to them?
"They really are minor!" Chen Yingjun began to smile. "Firstly, I'd like you to introduce me to, or take a tour of, how those high-end steak houses in Hong Kong are decorated; secondly, I'd like to take a photo of your big tiger with my Tibetan Mastiff. I'm not going to lie, I have my own reasons for this..."
