Shichahai, Houhai!
Tang Ren Teahouse!
Su Chen and Jiang Hui were leisurely drinking tea, appreciating the view of Houhai and… the sea of people.
There were far too many people visiting Houhai, the vast majority being tourists from out of town, holding up their phones and snapping pictures nonstop.
Fortunately, the teahouse Su Chen had chosen was in an elevated position, offering a nice view of Houhai from its windows.
"Old Jiang, didn't you schedule the meeting with the homeowner for three p.m.? Why haven't they called yet? It's almost three-thirty! Don't tell me they're standing us up," Su Chen said, glancing at his watch.
Hearing Su Chen's form of address, Jiang Hui could only swallow his anger. At first, he had resisted with all his might, but he was ultimately no match for a single glance from Su Chen.
Helpless, he could only silently endure the nickname "Old Jiang."
"Sir, the traffic is probably bad because of the holiday. I imagine they'll be here soon."
