In the teahouse within the Yunshan International Building, Han Bing was seated across from a young but very burly man.
Liu Batian had a strange smile on his face, holding half a glass of red wine, with a half-full bottle in front of him.
Liu Batian playfully looked at the highly competent and distant Han Bing opposite him, grinning: "Miss Han, care to have a drink?"
"Sure!" Han Bing's tone was icy cold, but she immediately added, "It won't be too late to drink after we've discussed business."
"We can drink a little while talking business, can't we, Miss Han? Don't you know that drinking can enhance feelings in business?" Liu Batian's strange smile was contemptible, the kind that made people want to beat him up.
However, Han Bing remained very calm, saying indifferently, "President Liu, I'm here today firstly not to do business with you, and secondly, there's no feelings to enhance between us; if anything, we're more likely to deepen our enmity!"
