For the first few hours after their languid meal, Zhang Ru had been intrigued by Liú Zuocheng’s perseverance.
The twins had been most attentive servants throughout the ten-course meal. Their service was elegant: from the most delicate shrimp spring roll to the flaky, succulent meat of the steamed whole red grouper. The final exquisitely simple almond cookies with Hennessey XO French cognac served by candlelight should have done it.
Yet Zuocheng continued to linger at the table past midnight when he should be off bedding the twins.
There had to be a way past the man’s guard. Of course, like himself, Zuocheng had survived many leadership changes and continued his climb to power. Would he be the next President and Chairman of Central Military Commission? Once he had that power, it would be
