Imperial Kitchen was not the pinnacle of fine dining in Hai-Zhu City but it was the most unique Chinese restaurant. It looked like an ancient palace and the furnishings were also done in the old style. One felt rather ‘imperial’ indeed when dining there. 

Hu Hou brought Xia Lei to a private room the moment he arrived. 

There were several starters on the table and red and white wine. The hot dishes had not been served yet but the cost of the meal looked quite substantial judging from the starters and alcohol. 

Xia Lei gave a small laugh. “What is this, Mayor Hu?” That sentence counted as his greeting.

Hu Hou laughed dryly, “You know my status, Xia Lei. It’s already illegal to meet you here to talk about things; show me some empathy.”

“You’re being so formal, Mayor Hu. Just tell me if you have something to say or have any requests of me. I’ll do it for you if I can,” said Xia Lei.   

“You said it. I’d like you to get your workers to disperse and go back - can you do that?”

“I’ll pour you some alcohol, Mayor Hu.” Xia Lei had his slippery moments too. 

Hu Hou covered his...