"Secretary Sun, have a cigar."
Assistant Sun took out an exquisite sandalwood box, opened it, revealing two cigars lying quietly inside.
The two cigars had no brand. Clearly, at Mr. Tang's level, everything he consumed was custom-made.
He guessed that a single cigar would not cost less than ten thousand yuan in the market.
"I'll pass."
"Secretary Sun, if you insist, Mr. Tang may blame me later for not hosting you properly."
Assistant Sun feigned seriousness, then quickly smiled, taking one out, cutting off the cap with a cigar cutter, then lighting it evenly with a special lighter, handing it over.
"Give it a try."
"This cigar was a gift from the South African government when Mr. Tang was invited to attend the presidential inauguration in South Africa, very rare on the market."
Listening to his casual introduction, Assistant Sun was shocked again internally.
Though he'd never smoked a cigar and didn't understand its quality, he even found the cigar a bit foul and choking.
