Although Shi Yueqing was over sixty, he was older than Song Enshuo.
His hair was still black and shiny, and his skin had elasticity.
Especially his bright eyes, they constantly twinkled with a calculating little light.
Upon their first meeting, Song Zhen immediately defined him in his mind: a shrewd businessman.
He knew he couldn't avoid the confrontation.
Song Zhen stepped forward and reached out to shake hands, "Director Shi, I've long admired you."
The moment they shook hands, the huge sapphire on Shi Yueqing's finger was dazzling.
Song Zhen saw it, but showed no significant reaction.
Because he too had a ring, the best ring his wife had given him.
After Song Zhen let go, Shi Yueqing didn't release his hand, still holding it and even giving it a pat, soothingly saying in a warm voice, "Director Song, I've booked a spot at Siyuetian for April, I hope Director Song will honor me with your presence, and keep this lonely old man company for a meal."
