"Plans can't keep up with changes."
Xu Lin remembered that he used to want to enjoy life.
"Well, enjoying success can be considered a life philosophy."
On Wednesday morning, Xu Lin arrived at the teahouse arranged by Mr. Yu.
Upon meeting the other party, Xu Lin shook hands with him, "Is Mr. Yu here alone?"
"Aren't you too, Mr. Xu? Haha..."
"Mr. Yu, have a seat."
"You too, Mr. Xu."
Exchanging pleasantries, the two of them sat down cross-legged in their respective positions, not on chairs, with a low table between them.
Yu Shengzhong looked like he was in his forties, with a healthy complexion and a rather unique aura. Reaching middle age without any hint of greasiness was truly rare.
At this moment, a beautiful woman in a qipao entered, sat down between them, and began preparing tea.
It was quite meticulous: incense burning, warming the cups, adding tea leaves, pouring water...
Each step followed in sequence, and her technique was very skilled.
