399 for Business

"Quan, you're quite the rare visitor these days. There was a time when you'd come over every few days to mooch food and drink, and even girls, but now it's hard to even catch a glimpse of you." The middle-aged man, dressed in a white embroidered Malaysia coat, linen trousers, and old cloth shoes, clutched a small goldfish in his hand as he smiled at Huang Quan, who sat opposite him with his legs crossed, sipping tea.

Huang Quan was by no means refined. He held the teacup and slurped the tea noisily, swished it around in his mouth a few times, then gulped it down, appearing utterly uncouth.

The man in the coat laughed and said, "You're really wasting it, do you know what kind of tea you're drinking?"