Song Heping followed the officer into the building.
After passing through two security doors and a bustling open office area, they reached a heavy wooden door.
The officer knocked on the door.
"Come in."
A low voice came from inside.
The officer pushed open the door and stepped aside to let Song Heping in.
There were two people in the office, one was Rashim, and the other was a middle-aged man Song Heping had never met.
Rashim stood up from behind his desk, a smile plastered across his face.
This somewhat surprised Song Heping.
The last time they met, the Defense Minister wasn't so enthusiastic, invariably sitting behind his desk with a ministerial air, waiting for him to approach and speak first.
"Mr. Song."
Rashim stepped around the desk quickly and extended his hand.
"Welcome, welcome, it must have been a tiring journey."
Song Heping shook his hand, feeling the enthusiasm.
"Minister Rashim, you're too kind," said Song Heping.
