Mr. Zhao was soon brought to my office. Compared with the first time I met him, he seemed a lot milder and did not give people a sense of pride and arrogance.

"Mr. Zhao, what brings you here?"

I sat on the leather sofa of my office, with my legs crossed, and looked at Mr. Zhao sitting opposite me lightly.

The fat man wiped the sweat on his forehead, squeezed a smile from the corner of his mouth and rubbed his hands, which made him embarrassed: "Mr. Yang, let's talk straight to the mountains. I'm here to talk to you about the two plots of land in Hainan."

I nodded,...