The restaurant's history was actually quite interesting.
A pole and a blade, weathered by time, hung on the wall.
Medals were piled high in a corner of the room, along with photos taken with celebrities.
When the two returned to their private room, Xu Qinghui didn't use the restaurant's tea.
Instead, he took out a serving of his personally treasured Niu Langkeng Cinnamon.
He wanted to let Qi Sheng get a taste of the joys of the wealthy.
"By the way, Younger Brother Qi, I have some specially reserved beef. I had your driver put it in the trunk, so don't forget to grab it when you get home."
Xu Qinghui also gave him his treasured Niu Langkeng Cinnamon.
He only kept a few servings for himself to enjoy.
"Wonderful. In that case, I won't be modest, big brother."
Qi Sheng smiled and nodded, not holding back in the slightest.
'After I dropped a 25-million-yuan deal on him, taking a few tens of thousands of yuan worth of tea is nothing.'
"Refreshingly direct."
