Although Xu Zhihong said that to please Lin Ruoxi, once the discussions actually started, it would become a tug of war. Things that ought to be yielded should be, and things that ought to be fought for should be as well.
In actuality, Xu Zhihong was very clear, dealing with women like Lin Ruoxi, the art of sweet talk does not work at all. As both of them were businessmen, he must utilize methods to convince the other party, if a man gives up his career for a woman, how will this sort of man win the heart of a strong woman like Lin Ruoxi?
Just like Xu Zhihong, once the official talks began, Lin Ruoxi’s words started increasing as well. Her interpersonal relationship skills may not be that great, but once she started talking, this ridiculously beautiful girl also displayed a somewhat “bitchy” demeanor. Once she started to argue, she wouldn’t give up until she reaped the maximum amount of benefits.
So, when an hour passed, Yang Chen, who was bored to death, couldn’t help but to stare just like what Hairy Ball was doing.
It was evident that Hairy Ball was interested in Yang Chen throughout the discussion, he sized him up and attempted to provoke him by glaring at him.
Towards these types of men who didn’t care about their appearance, Yang Chen expressed his dislike. Although he could measure Hairy Ball’s strength with a single glance, which was comparable to an average “elite international mercenary”, in his division, it could be comparable to an instructor for the Marines. However, in the eyes of Yang Chen, these people could not be called “fighters/soldiers…”, and were only viewed as “average people”.
And so, while Hairy Ball was provoking Yang Chen, with loathsome eyes, Yang Chen had the urge to give him a slap. But, after thinking how he was a white-collar worker now, it would be wise to not create extra trouble and take into account his wife’s business.
Therefore, Yang Chen could only sit in his chair, take out the phone Lin Ruoxi gifted him, download the game ‘Puzzle Bobble’, and seriously focus on ‘popping bubbles’.
[TL: The popping bubbles is a joke on shooting the gun, you know which gun.]
“Yes, I hope Boss Xu can stick to his promises, this year’s Autumn Fashion Show, with your company’s stage desgins and our company’s Fall wear, it is certain that we will capture a wider market.” Lin Ruoxi finally said as she signed the contract. Due to speaking for an extended amount of time, her cheeks were flushed displaying her hard to come by supple beauty.
While looking at this scene, Xu Zhihong’s eyes dulled for a moment before nodding: “Of course, I hope that our partnership goes smoothly.”
Only when the two swapped the documents could this long-winded discussion which lasted till 7PM be considered over.
“Since business is concluded, I expect that you are now hungry Ruoxi, let’s have the food served now.”
Lin Ruoxi was actually quite hungry, just like other women, in order to maintain her figure, Lin Ruoxi only ate a small sandwich for lunch. She was working till now, and her stomach was rumbling from hunger as she lightly nodded her head.
Xu Zhihong clapped, and the waiters near the door immediately started to get busy.
The dinner was of formal western cuisine. While the dinnerware was being set on the table, Lin Ruoxi glanced towards Yang Chen with worry in her eyes. Obviously, the sudden switch to western cuisine was to embarrass Yang Chen.
“This mister is named?” Xu Zhihong asked with an insincere smile towards Yang Chen.
“Surnamed Yang, named Chen.” Yang Chen yawned. He was both too hungry and sleepy. Upon seeing that it was western cuisine, he whispered in his heart, this is not even as filling as a bowl of noodles.
“Even though it’s my first time meeting Yang Chen, I did not prepare a proper gift. I specially ordered a bottle of Nebbiolo from the year 1992, and I hope that Mister Yang can evaluate it for me.” As he finished saying that, he signaled a waiter to bring over the bottle of beautifully packaged red wine.
In his heart, Yang Chen couldn’t help but sneer while staying silent. Using three fingers, he lightly raised the glass, allowing the waiter to pour wine in it.
The waiter only poured a bit before stopping.
Yang Chen didn’t feel anything out of place and he lightly swirled the liquid around the glass, smelt the wine, placed the tilted glass to his lips, and slowly savoured a sip.
Upon seeing this action, the once tense Lin Ruoxi slowly relaxed. Having obtained some relief, she remembered that this hoodlum grew up in the United States. He must have had traditional western cuisine before but she didn’t know if he had tasted a famous red wine like Nebbiolo. Hopefully he doesn’t speak drivel, even losing a little face is fine.