"What's your name, brother?"
Zhang Su took out his cigarette and handed one to the man, asking.
"My surname is Zu; it's a rather rare surname. My given name is Meng, and I'm forty-five years old, quite a bit older than you. You can call me Old Meng; it sounds better than Old Zu. This is my sister, Zu Tong. She's twelve years younger than me and is thirty-three this year. What's your surname, brother?"
"My surname is Zhang, Zhang Su."
"Boss Zhang, let's not stand here and talk. Let's go into the courtyard and sit down. I have good food and drink there, and we can chat while eating. Quickly tell me about the situation outside."
Zu Meng was very enthusiastic and strongly invited Zhang Su and his group into the guesthouse to talk.
"No rush..."
Zhang Su discreetly pushed Zu Meng's hand away, saying, "I have some friends down the mountain."
