Shuangqing Restaurant, in the Huangshan Hall private room on the second floor.
Every time Chen Yansen came here to eat, he found the names of the private rooms surreal.
It was a Sichuan restaurant, but all the private rooms were named after places in Huian Province. He supposed it was their way of adapting to local customs.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK—
Chen Yansen knocked twice, then pushed the door open and walked in without waiting for a response.
He saw Cao Dahua chatting with a man with a slicked-back side part. The man had thick eyebrows, a long face with small eyes, and prominent brow bones and cheekbones. Dressed in a blue suit, he didn't look like an easy man to deal with.
"Come, Old Zuo, let me introduce you. This is my student and the founder of FoxTao, Chen Yansen."
Cao Dahua stood up, patted Zuo Hongyu's shoulder, and said with a smile.
