If he knew Lance hadn't read any of these books, he might not think so.
"Sit down!" Lance gestured for him to sit across from him, "Do you smoke?"
He opened the lid of the cigarette box and pushed it over, one side filled with cigarettes and the other with cigars. Panda was indeed a bit nervous; he took a cigarette and then took a seat.
Once he had lit the cigarette, Lance looked at him, "Mr. Panda, I'm someone who likes making friends, and I'm friends with many people."
"I believe that's why you are here today too."
Lance said with a hint of a smile, "I may be too straightforward, I hope I didn't scare you."
"We didn't know each other until today, I believe what brought us to sit here and chat is not because I wanted to know about you or you wanted to know about me."
"Maybe we will come to know each other more as we deepen our cooperation, but now, we have only one goal."
"Let's become friends first!"
