Of course, the negotiation ended in discord.
Mainly because the conflict was inherently irreconcilable.
Otherwise, why would Guo Degang say, "Rise to power by letting competitors perish"?
Gang Zi: Did I say that?
It doesn’t matter who said it. What’s important is that the saying "businesses are enemies" is spot on.
Nowadays, making the entertainnt industry pie bigger is difficult; if you take a bite, it’s from soone else’s share. Ew... sounds pretty gross, but that’s the truth; even struggling to snatch from others may not work.
After the event.
Discussed so matters about Wanda Company with Old Wang for a while, Sun Dasheng left.
Just got in the car.
The window was knocked.
Roll down the window to reveal a pretty face, it was Manager Yu from the brokerage company who had been contesting logically with them at the negotiating table.
Seeing her panting like that, did she chase after for a while?
"Is there sothing you need?" Sun Dasheng politely asked.
Earlier on the negotiating table that was business, speaking harshly was no issue.
But privately, it’s not life-or-death enemies yet; maybe soone in their group considers them adversaries, but definitely not her.
Because her company is a brokerage firm, they hope to maintain good relations within the industry since the stars they sign rely on these companies’ resources.
As for why she was pushed forward as the vanguard earlier, Sun Dasheng had no idea.
"May I sit inside to discuss?" Manager Yu said respectfully, completely unlike her previous defiance at the negotiation table.
Sun Dasheng found it rather amusing, so he opened the car door, "Please!"
"President Sun, hello. Let formally introduce myself: I’m Yu Lan, manager of Lantian Brokerage Company, previously worked under Sister Hua, now independent, running a brokerage company with a rich pool of star resources, hoping to establish a friendly cooperation with you."
Yu Lan extended her slender hand.
Not too young, nearly thirty, but well-maintained, plump and plump.
Sun Dasheng remained motionless, curiously watching her, until she awkwardly retracted her hand and nervously tucked her hair behind her ear, "President Sun, you’ve misunderstood . Those words at the negotiation table weren’t my true intention."
"Oh, they forced you to say those things?" Sun Dasheng replied indifferently.
Yu Lan awkwardly explained, "It wasn’t that, but still, those weren’t my sincere words, just obligatory responses. Please forgive , President Sun."
"I get it, appeased them, then ca here to flatter . You’re playing the jerk routine? Trying to please everyone without offending anyone?"
Sun Dasheng directly exposed her little ploy, making her even more embarrassed.
So embarrassed she wished her toes could dig a hole through the car floor to hide.
Indeed, she had planned not to offend either side, originally without any intention of leading; wasn’t it because that useless person got KO’d and all the other party heads turned to her, the party B?
What’s a party B to do?
She was quite desperate too.
But she had to bite the bullet.
Offending those already with at in their mouths is sothing only fools do.
But offending this rising "braised at" wasn’t wise either, hence the show of "beauty chasing Dasheng by car."
According to her strategy, as long as she lowers herself, lets herself be hit, scolded, or anything, the other party will surely calm down and forgive her.
After all, just now it was just reckless talk, without actual harm to the other’s interests.
But who knew the other party seed like a "reckless youth"? Not following the script?
It caught her off guard, completely unsure how to reply.
"President Sun, you’ve misunderstood. I apologize for my comnts earlier on the negotiation table, hoping you don’t take them to heart; it was just reckless talk, not from my genuine thoughts."
Yu Lan clasped her hands, constantly apologizing there.
Seeing her chest prominently displaying reason, Sun Dasheng found her statent quite logical, so he chose to forgive her.
Of course, it’s only temporary, further behavior would be observed.
Yu Lan very happily added his WeChat afterward, even inviting him for tea at her house.
Tea? At ho?
Such a niche hobby.
Your tea at ho, is it authentic?
Yu Lan nodded vigorously, "Authentic or not, you’ll know when President Sun tastes it firsthand, won’t you?"
"Then shall we taste?"
On a big bed, Sun Dasheng lay in an elegant position, holding a cigarette, gently took a draw and put it out, then reached out to pat the large white rear in his embrace, "Your tea at ho is strong! Left for quite a while, right?"
"Naughty..." The wave curled up in his arms coquettishly attacked, but Sun Dasheng was immune to it, "Alright, go wash up, you’re all sticky, mixed with sweat and fluids, slls awful."
Ah?
Really?
Yu Lan quickly pulled back the blanket, sniffing around, found nothing?
She realized the other’s mischievous gaze, annoyed and furious, reached out to grab a certain unspeakable place.
Ah?
How did it recover so quickly?
Seeing him extinguish the cigarette in hand, smilingly looking over, she defensively crossed her arms, "Don’t co over!"
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