Facing Wang Ming's question, Wang Chen didn't give a direct answer, but countered with, "If it were to cater to your taste, how would you see me?"
Conversely, if I just liked to drink bitter coffee, how would you see me then?"
Upon hearing this, Wang Ming let out a snort of laughter, "All these years, you are still the first person to counter-question me like this."
Wang Chen laughed, "So how did the others respond?"
Wang Ming spread his hands, "Those weaker than I am only know how to flatter and cater to me, while those stronger tell me their real thoughts."
Wang Chen shrugged, "So, which kind of person do you think I am?"
Wang Ming, holding his chin and smiling, said, "You're neither of lesser status nor position than I, but it seems you didn't order a cup of bitter coffee just to cater to my taste."
Wang Chen nodded and said, "When I was a child, my family was poor, and we couldn't even afford coffee, let alone watching others drink it on TV.