Under the same night sky, with the sound of the tides, the craftsman in a long robe knocked on the door of another workshop.
"Ah, what a beautiful moonlight."
Jiang Tongguang grinned and looked at the solemn-faced man with a beard: "Director Gustav, sorry to bother you."
Gustav's face remained impassive, even reluctant to smile, "Director Jiang, visiting late at night, what's the matter?"
Jiang Tongguang raised his hand and shook the bottle in his hand: "My homemade whiskey is out of the cellar recently. Although it was only aged for five years, it tastes pretty good. Would you like to have some?"
"..."
The two of them stared at each other silently for a long time. In the end, Gustav sighed silently and stepped aside: "Please come in."
