Inside the private room, the decorations were lavish and the lighting was soft.
Ma Yue sat at the table, feeling somewhat apprehensive. 'He didn't know if Zhao Lide would agree to sign the confidentiality agreement, or if this deal would go smoothly. But he understood he had to give it his all to complete the mission for his Lord.'
Before long, Zhao Lide, who had been invited, walked in.
He sported a handlebar mustache and had a shrewd look about him. Upon seeing Ma Yue, he couldn't suppress a smile, revealing a few yellowish teeth. "Younger Brother Ma," he chuckled, "I only said this afternoon that I'd consider it, yet you're already this eager."
Ma Yue rose to greet him, smiling. "Brother Zhao, this matter benefits us both. Naturally, the sooner, the better."
He invited Zhao Lide to sit, then signaled for the prearranged company, food, and wine to be brought in.
