Alcohol was not intoxicating if one was not in the mood. When they got off work, Vera dragged Su Tao to the pub. She had let herself open today, showing signs of intoxication for just a while. This pub was opened by a Russian, and foreigners frequent this place. Sitting with a bunch of foreigners, Su Tao felt a little discomfort as he looked at the provocative dance on the stage.

“Hi, it’s been a long time!” A tall-built foreigner youth walked towards Vera as he greeted with English.

“Do we know each other?” Vera raised her brows as she asked while touching her chin.

“We do, you were drinking alone there three months ago, and I treated you to a glass of Fritz Windisch Chardonnay Spatlese. But it’s fine if you’ve forgotten, it’s not too late for us to get to know each other now!” The youth looked at Vera with smiles written on his face. “I’m Steven, from England. Here’s my name card!”

For the wealthy, name cards were a symbol of status. In the current age, watches weren’t the only things that were being manually manufactured as a status...