In the familiar office, Yang Fan sat on the sofa for guests, and someone immediately brought him a cup of tea, placing it in front of him.
Navar, sitting opposite Yang Fan, was the first to speak: "Mr. Yang, don't be surprised. I didn't know if you like tea, but all Chinese are the same; most of them like tea, so this is something I presumptuously prepared for you. I hope it doesn't backfire."
"Mr. President, you're being too polite. I do like tea. It's become a habit."
"That's good." Navar picked up the teacup in front of him and took a sip: "I owe this to you acting righteously. Otherwise, I would have been Martins' ghost under the knife."
"That's because fortune favors you, Mr. President."
Navar couldn't help but laugh heartily: "Those words make me feel a bit guilty. As the saying goes, 'a drop of water shall be returned with a burst of spring.' Mr. Yang, how would you like me to thank you? What do you want? Just speak up."
