"Please come in." Li Shiguang looked up at the doorway.

The office door was pushed open, and Allen walked in first, then turned to look at Li Shiguang: "Boss, Mr. Brimham has arrived."

The next second.

Brimham, dressed in a suit and tie, stepped into the office and looked at Li Shiguang with a big smile: "Li, congratulations again on winning the Premier League title."

"No need to be so polite, Mr. Brimham. Please have a seat and try some tea that I asked a friend to bring from my hometown." Li Shiguang gestured towards the sofa, and after Brimham came over, the two sat down together.

I picked up the teacup and took a sip.

Following his memory of how Chinese people would taste tea after drinking it, Brim closed his eyes and pretended to savor it, then exclaimed, "Li, this is excellent tea. It has a different flavor from the black tea I usually drink."

This is Longjing tea that Wang Chu had his parents specially send to me.

What are you pretending for? Different flavors, you fucking don't even know how to drink them.

Seeing Brim's expression, Li Shiguang inwardly scoffed, but still asked insincerely, "Mr. Brim likes it? Then you can take some back with you when you leave later."

Brinkham, recalling the slightly unpleasant bitterness from earlier, shook his head: "No need, Lee, thank you for your generosity... Also, we've known each other for so many years, you don't need to be so polite, just call me Mark."

"Okay." Li Shiguang nodded in agreement, took a sip of tea, and got to the point, "Mark, you said you had something to tell me. What exactly is it? Can you tell me now?"