Accuse Hétóng Rén

Hétóng smiled. It was a thin, oily smile, like a snake preparing to strike. “Surely nothing of consequence... Just answer a few simple questions about your airships from time to time.”

This is what we need! Ranell gritted his teeth. He was sure now that he was meeting with a Chinese communist spy. He steeled himself for his next words, “You want classified information, right? Military information?”

“Josef, it is unbecoming to make such outrageous accusations.” Hétóng did not seem to be the least bit alarmed. “Please stop doing that. Now. We are just two businessmen having a quiet conversation. Right?”

You’re blowing it, Josef. Ranell reprimanded himself. “Right… I’m sorry. We are just two businessmen having a quiet conversation. Please forgive me.” Ranell found himself actually starting to bow, then caught himself, cheeks flushing crimson.