With their business concluded, and after several rounds of drinks and a hearty meal that left the plates all but empty, the three men chatted idly for a while longer before heading downstairs.
Under the cover of night, Cheng Zongyang saw the two men off before turning back and re-entering the restaurant.
Zhou Zhendong and Cheng Yuanli were waiting on the first floor.
When Cheng Zongyang returned, Zhou Zhendong, unable to suppress his excitement, asked, "How did it go?"
Cheng Zongyang sat down, took the letter he had tucked away inside his clothes, and handed it to him.
Zhou Zhendong opened the letter, a hint of confusion on his face.
Once he finished reading its contents, his brow furrowed deeply. He sat down and asked, "You agreed to all of this?"
Cheng Zongyang shook his head slightly. "Not yet. I need to think it over."
Cheng Yuanli leaned in to get a look, so Zhou Zhendong handed the letter to him.
