"Empe...Emperor..." Tang Jingqi said, trembling.
"Sit! Sorry, I went to MIT earlier and made you wait for a long time," Zhu Wencong said politely.
Tang Jingqi sneaked a glance at the big fat man next to Zhu Wencong, noticing that his rank was actually Major General, truly proving people shouldn't be judged by their appearances.
Malik looked at the ordinary-looking Tang Jingqi, thinking to himself how God has changed tastes, though there was a unique charm on closer observation.
"I heard you want to report work to me?" Zhu Wencong asked with great interest, having always wanted to understand the living conditions of grassroots Easterners.
Tang Jingqi nodded quickly: "Emperor, aren't you curious why Easterners drink like the White people? I've been investigating and gathering evidence these days!
A very small number have achieved financial freedom, but can't or don't want to integrate into White circles, so they form their own circles in Eastern taverns.
