Zhang Hongyang gave a cold, detached smile and didn't answer Liu Zhizhong directly.
He just silently took a couple of drags from his cigarette, then watched the graceful movements of the three pretty servers who had come in to lay out the dishes.
Seeing this, Liu Zhizhong couldn't be bothered to ask him anymore.
Anyway, if you're treating me to dinner and drinks, I don't mind. All the dishes here are top quality, and tonight we've got 20-year-old Moutai to drink. That's something I can enjoy.
I've been busting my ass writing articles for you; it's only right I get something in return. Your sister, this meal, and then going back to your wife, it's all payback.
The servers quickly set eight cold dishes and four hot ones, saying a few more dishes would take some time. "Please enjoy your meal," they said, before actually withdrawing.