—Clearly.
—This guy was both cook and owner.
—He approached Chen Yun.
—First sizing him up, then smiling, he said, "You're looking for me? I'm the owner here, how can I assist you?"
—Chen Yun nodded.
—Without much small talk, he went straight to the point: "I've heard that your establishment offers some special dishes; I'd like to try them."
—Chen Yun's approach was straightforward.
—A flicker of light, hard to detect, passed through the owner's eyes, then he regained his composure and whispered, "We do have some special dishes, but they're not available all the time. What exactly would you like to try?"
—Exotic meals like these.
—Not just anybody can have them.
—It's not a question of eligibility, but such business dealings in the Grey Zone must be discreet and come with higher barriers to entry.
—Chen Yun was well aware of the ins and outs.
—So as soon as the owner finished speaking, he took a black plastic bag from his carry-on and stuffed it into the owner's hand.
