Lin Yi stepped forward to shake hands and welcomed Zhao Chunyan inside.
The two sat down, and Lin Yi poured him a cup of tea.
"This is Da Hong Pao from back home, Professor Zhao, have a taste and see if it reminds you of home."
As they say, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. Zhao Chunyan did not refuse Lin Yi's kindness and took a sip.
"In a place like this, it's hard to find such good tea," Zhao Chunyan remarked, "I haven't had it for a long time."
"If Professor Zhao likes it, I can have some sent to you."
"That's not necessary," Zhao Chunyan replied:
"Let's get down to business, straight to the point, I can't stay out for too long."
Lin Yi nodded and proactively pushed his credentials over.
"This is my identification, Professor Zhao can rest assured."
Seeing Lin Yi's military officer ID, Zhao Chunyan felt a mix of emotions.
But as Lin Yi said, with this ID, all doubts were dispelled.
"The main reason I asked to meet you," Lin Yi said:
