Glasses had Liu Zhizhong sit down on the single sofa at the very end on the left, waiting.
The last position?
Alright...
Liu Zhizhong, emerging from officialdom, understood his status here was indeed humble!
Yet, this single sofa was comparably larger than one for a couple, and the root-carved tea table in front of him was also exceedingly exquisite.
Glasses went over to the storage safe and took out a pack of cigarettes for Zhizhong, tossing them in front of him. He said he'd go call Brother Xuan, that this brand of cigarettes was not something ordinary people could enjoy. "Give it a try," he said, "but you can't take it with you."
Another woman, dressed in a pretty servant uniform, came in from outside. She bowed with much decorum, the scenery within her collar swaying enticingly, a blinding array of whiteness.
She greeted Zhizhong, asking what he would like to drink—tea, juice, beer, or some other beverage.
