Aoyama Xiu Xin walked into Yang Ji Restaurant, where the main hall was bustling and every seat was taken; business clearly was booming.
"Mr. Aoyama, you've arrived. Vice President Zhao is waiting for you upstairs in a private room. Please follow me," Xiao Yang hurried forward to greet him upon seeing him and then led him upstairs.
"Vice President?" as he followed Xiao Yang upstairs, Aoyama Xiu Xin asked, "The Chairman isn't coming?"
"No," Xiao Yang shook his head.
During their conversation, they had reached the second floor, and at the door of one of the private rooms stood a young, sturdy man on each side.
"Mr. Aoyama, please," the two robust men opened the door after bowing to Aoyama Xiu Xin, following the local custom.
"Mr. Aoyama, if you need anything, just call for me; I won't disturb you any further," Xiao Yang said before hastily turning to descend the stairs.
"Mr. Aoyama, your presence graces us; my failure to meet you sooner is truly a discourtesy, my apologies."