Song Yansheng had heard of this person earlier, but as a proper businessman, he looked down on such unscrupulous ways, so he didn't have much contact.
If Jia Haoceng hadn't gotten involved with Shi Nuan, Song Yansheng probably wouldn't want to see Jia Zhenghe in his lifetime.
Wangjiang is the mother river of T City; it flows through the heart of T City and into the sea, bringing endless vitality and energy to the city.
It is naturally beautiful, appearing like a light green ribbon from afar, tying together the history of T City and my arrival.
Song Yansheng arrived at the destination about forty minutes later, at which time it was just around ten o'clock.
When he got there, Jia Zhenghe had already arrived.
The so-called teahouse was actually a modest tea shed on a wooden boat.
As Song Yansheng boarded, he could already smell the tantalizing aroma of tea wafting through the air.
It was evident that Jia Zhenghe was a lover of tea.
