In a star-rated restaurant, Xu Feng was having a meal with a middle-aged man in a suit.
"Brother Xiang, let me toast you!" Xu Feng picked up his wine glass and was about to down it in one go.
Seeing this, the man quickly waved his hand: "Brother, brother, take it easy, what's the rush?"
The man was in his forties, looked refined with his glasses, but the hair at his temples was already gray, whether from exhaustion or genetics, was unknown.
Anyway, Comrade Su's hair was still pitch black, no signs of graying yet.
Ignoring the man, Xu Feng drained his glass and then said, "I must toast you, brother, you've taken good care of my business all these years."
"Haha, it's nothing, really nothing, no need to be so formal, brother," the man laughed casually and then continued:
"Xu, why did you invite me for a meal today? Judging by your tone, has something happened?"
"To be honest, Brother Xiang, I really have some trouble and need your help."
"Tell me, I'll help if I can."
