After taking it, he slipped it onto his own finger.
It fit the middle finger just right.
"Beautiful, and a perfect fit," he said in compliment.
Avanti said, "It's a Persian ruby, very nice indeed."
He paused, then added, "If possible, I hope Mr. Song can stay here and give our special forces officers a couple of lessons."
"Teach a class?"
Song Heping was taken aback.
"What class?"
"Tactics class, courses on tactical thinking," Avanti said, "Don't worry, I will support you with the highest fees we offer to foreign military consultants."
Having accepted one million dollars from them, Song Heping really wasn't interested in the fee; he was worried about another issue.
"Mr. Avanti, may I ask if all the officers here are absolutely trustworthy?"