"President Gable, this dish—braised pork lung—needs to be eaten hot." Donovan Rhodes personally served the food, his movements practiced. "Their chef used to work at Old Zhengxing. In the whole city, fewer than three people can control the heat this precisely."
President Gable tasted a bite, nodding in approval. "Lawyer Rhodes knows good food."
"Life is long—you have to pay attention to the finer things," Donovan Rhodes smiled, pouring tea. "Not like some young people nowadays—they only know work, no sense of pleasure or style. By the way, I heard Lawyer Stanton's team just got back from Germany? Were the negotiations smooth?"
President Gable put down his chopsticks and sighed, "To be frank, not ideal. Cohen's people seem clairvoyant, predicting our every move with uncanny precision. The board is already suggesting that we might need a more experienced team in charge."
