It was a rather elegant Japanese restaurant. You had to take off your shoes when entering. There was no lobby, and there were tiny private rooms inside. Casper was invited to walk in alone. When he opened the door, he almost didn't recognize Zhou Huaijin.
The official heir of the Zhou family was wearing a simple stone-colored coat, without the hair wax he used to wear in the past. His huge suitcase stood against the wall, looking dusty. His face is pretty good-looking, but he has lost weight and is somewhat out of shape. His neatly trimmed short hair and pale temples make him look a bit older.
If Zhou Huaijin looked like a wealthy young man before, now, with his white hair and change of clothes, he almost looks like a down-and-out middle-aged man. It can be seen that his youthful and beautiful skin of wealth is really as thin as a cicada's wings.
"I'm young and have turned gray since I was in my twenties. I used to dye my hair, but I haven't been in the mood lately, which made Mr. Fei laugh." Zhou Huaijin smiled at Casper, "Please sit down, this restaurant was opened many years ago I opened it privately with a friend, and even my family didn't know, so it was safe to talk. "
Casper's eyes swept over an oil painting on the wall. It was a painting of the afterglow of sunset. The subject matter was somewhat commonplace. The painting was quite satisfactory. There was nothing outstanding about it, but the colors were full and warm. Although it was not of much artistic value. , which is quite in line with public aesthetics.
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