When Qi Yun came in, he joked, "You rascal, when we used to drink together your glass was always lower by three points. Now you've got a big attitude, I have to wait for you, huh?"
Qi Yun naturally caught the joke in his words and didn't mind, pulling out a chair and sitting down by himself.
Zhang Dayong picked up the teapot, poured a cup of tea, and handed it over: "What's up?"
Qi Yun raised his watch to check the time, looked up, and replied: "No rush. I'm here for two things, and someone else will drop by later. I need you to back me up."
"Someone else?" Zhang Dayong asked suspiciously, "Who?"
Qi Yun raised his teacup and took a sip: "You should've heard of him, Luo Yang."
"Luo Yang?" Zhang Dayong was dumbfounded, "The one doing the gravel business?"
"That's right, him." Qi Yun nodded.
"You're involved with him?" Zhang Dayong was a bit puzzled; in his impression, Qi Yun avoided those kinds of businesses.
