Pushing the door open, Ren Jianzhong first stomped his feet to shake off some mud and snow clinging to his shoes before giving his coat a shake to dislodge the snowflakes. Only then did he take a look around.
This was a small restaurant with four or five tables, arranged in a manner that was quite tidy, elegant, and warm. Inside the restaurant, there was only a lonely old man holding a cup of hot tea, sitting in a corner.
Ren Jianzhong walked over with big strides and sat directly across from the old man, mocking, "Former Director Hu, although your reputation is tarnished, it's not as if everyone wants to see you dead. Is there really a need to invite me to such a backwater place where cars can't even park?"
At this moment, an elderly man, around his sixties, came out of the kitchen, carrying a cup of hot tea.
The elderly man gently placed the tea in front of Ren Jianzhong and then left without a word.
