Gao Diaomao sat down before the tea table, his spirits lifted. He rolled up his sleeves with a flourish and began to arrange the tea set, his movements as nimble as a butterfly flitting among flowers.
"Mr. Han, thank you for your help. Please, have some tea!"
He certainly projected the magnanimous air of a chivalrous figure, like a warm and generous mafia boss.
This fellow was a good actor, his skills no inferior to that of driver Xiao Ze.
He could be flexible or firm, gentle or tough, fierce or cowardly.
The only unfortunate thing was… his actual competence was also about on par with a driver's.
He had some, but it was clearly insufficient.
Han Lie watched with a smile as Gao Diaomao busied himself. Only when the latter respectfully presented the tea with both hands did Han Lie wave his hand dismissively.
"Boss Gao, how can tea be a celebratory drink? Do you have a bar at home? At a time like this, we should be sharing a proper drink."
Shit! Why didn't you say so earlier?!
