Song Guanchao has already decided to accept the invitation tonight and, incidentally, to give in a little.
After all, given their attitude, unless they resolve things with him, they're unlikely to forcefully demolish the building anytime soon.
To expedite the process, he can only "give in a little."
Right before getting off work, Ji Lin called, and Song Guanchao accepted the invitation.
In the evening, inside the private room.
As soon as Song Guanchao walked in, Ji Lin eagerly came up to greet him, shaking his hand warmly.
"Please, Secretary Song, have a seat."
Ji Lin took the teacup from the waiter, placed it in front of him, handed him a cigarette, and even helped him light it.
Song Guanchao wore an expression of calm acceptance, took a drag once lit.
Li Qingtang stood quietly on the side, saying nothing.
The conversation was entirely between Ji Lin and Song Guanchao.
When the dishes were served, Ji Lin stood up: "Secretary Song, shall we go to the table?"
