Fang Chenyi's comment almost made Brother Xiaoma spray out a mouthful of tea.
'Expired?' Brother Xiaoma thought. 'Good grief, what an imagination.'
"Don't worry, my friend. This kind of tea is specially processed. As long as we don't store it in a damp place, it won't go bad."
After a bit more small talk about the tea, Fang Chenyi cut in. The tea was just a minor detour, and there was no need to waste too much time on it. After all, he would rather use the time to go home and be with his wife.
"Alright, since you've put it that way, Brother Ma, and I'm now a shareholder in the Penguin Group, I can't really refuse you.
As it happens, I'm heading over there today. If you have time, you can come with me and take a look at the site. If you find a spot you like, I can hold it for you."
Hearing Fang Chenyi's words, Brother Xiaoma was overjoyed and quickly replied,
