Old town.
A certain tea house at the corner of the city wall.
Chen Tai sat alone in the private room, silently drinking tea, his brows still unconsciously furrowed.
This tea house is quite special, unlike other business venues, it needs to be far from bustling places, the quieter the better. This tea house has been operational for over ten years, fulfilling this requirement well.
Even if, to cater to tourism development, the city was to undergo large-scale demolition, this location within the inner ring of the city wall should be the last place to go.
"Knock, knock, knock..."
The sound of knocking echoed.
A few seconds later.
A middle-aged man in a cotton linen Tang suit walked in, placing the tea house's specialty pastry down.
"Sit, long time no see, let's chat."
Chen Tai spoke.
The middle-aged man, probably not much younger, was taken aback by the honor and quickly sat down.
"President Tai is indeed a busy man."
