As they spoke, they arrived at a table and chairs set up under a trellised vine in the backyard.
"Have a seat."
Cheng Zongyang nodded slightly and sat down. "Since I'm here, let's hear what you're thinking. And let's skip the probing."
"You're certainly impatient."
He Shujun remained unconcerned. On the table were some small dishes to go with wine and a small pot of liquor, but there was only one cup. He poured a cup for himself, saying, "I knew you wouldn't be drinking, so I didn't set out another cup."
Cheng Zongyang didn't mind either and continued to wait.
After downing the cup, He Shujun finally said, "You want to cooperate. We can join forces."
Cheng Zongyang listened without speaking, waiting for him to continue.
Seeing that Cheng Zongyang had no intention of responding, He Shujun continued:
