บท 179: Birds of a Feather(1)

"Chairman Zhao, allow me to pour you a drink."

The gravelly voice that spoke belonged to the President of PingAn Group, Ruan Kun. His hardened eyes sought those of the man whom he dined with at one of the most expensive restaurants in the city.

"If you don't mind, then I'll take you up on the offer."

Zhao Renjun spoke smoothly to Ruan Kun. He was dressed in a nice piece of black suit and light blue tie and appeared to be in his late 50s, he held his cup to the President of PingAn Group who was of similar age with him.

Ruan Kun wore a well fitted suit of grey and black shirt to giving him a look that was simple, but also stylish. Raising the green delicate looking porcelain kettle that had the finest traditional wine in the resturant, to serve it into a small saucer shaped cup that was presented to him. What looked to be like water flowed from the mouth of the kettle.