Silas said with a laugh in his voice, but anyone who wasn’t foolish could hear the bias.
Hugh York was a veteran in the business world, how could he not understand these subtleties.
Hugh York smiled and picked up his teacup to drink tea, naturally letting the topic pass when he put down the teacup.
"Mr. Lawson invited to dinner that day in order to..."
Hugh York barely started the new topic, before being interrupted by Silas, "I heard, he’s also interested in your project."
Hearing Silas’s words, Hugh paused, then understood and chuckled lightly, "I never expected that my failed project would be so popular."
Silas said gravely, "Your project’s failure has its reasons, outsiders don’t understand, but insiders are well aware."
Hugh York said, "Let’s not talk about it, it’s all fate."
The business world is always deep.
When Hugh said let’s not talk about it, Silas fiddled with his teacup, "Hmm."
Next, Silas talked with Hugh about a bidding project.
Hugh York said Shawn Bishop can handle the project, but he wouldn’t dare dominate it alone.
"A large tree catches the wind, I’ve suffered too many losses before, I have to keep a low profile these two years."
Silas contemplated, "I’ll think about it."
Hugh York said, "If this project is successful, the profits would be at least this number."
Hugh York said, lifting a hand to indicate a number in front of Silas.
Silas’s expression remained unreadable, no discernible fluctuations in his face, "President York, to tell you the truth, I have a small appetite."
Hugh York laughed suddenly, "That doesn’t sound like sothing President Sutton would say."
Silas replied calmly, "Just like you said, a large tree catches the wind, I’ve also learned to keep a low profile these two years."
Having said that, Silas changed the tone, "Of course, it’s not that there’s no room for negotiation."
Silas’s words were rich in aning, Hugh turned to him, awaiting more.
Silas curled his thin lips slightly, "Let’s discuss privately."
This al, Stella Grant found herself sowhat bewildered.
Silas and Hugh spoke, saying half and leaving half, so she only caught the surface.
After a while, when all the dishes had been served, Hugh invited Silas and Stella to eat while he took a ceramic wine pot and poured a glass for Silas.
After pouring, he said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Tibetan Eagle Wine."
Silas raised an eyebrow, "?"
Hugh York, "I’m not afraid while alone in another land, why should you be?"
Silas said playfully, "I’m still young."
Hugh pretended to be angry, "Are you calling old?"
Silas picked up his wine glass and took a small sip, teased, "You can’t ask that, you’d have to ask your wife when you get ho."
Hugh York ordered all specialties from Portre: Spicy Chicken, Silken Tofu Salad, Fish Maw Soup, Spicy Snake...
The dishes were good, but in business als, the food is secondary, alcohol is primary.
After several rounds of drinks, Hugh York started to act brotherly with Silas.
Silas agreed with Hugh’s words, clearly not drunk.
Two hours later, the three left the private kitchen, and a black BMW X7 was waiting at the door.
Seeing Silas, the driver hurriedly got out to assist Hugh York, "President Sutton."
Silas pulled at the collar of his shirt with one hand, "Send him back to the hotel."
The driver asked, "What about you?"
Silas said, "I’ll walk to sober up, you deliver him and then co back for ."
The driver dared not contradict, nodded slightly to Stella beside him, helped Hugh into the car and left.
Once in the car, Hugh York lowered the window, waved to Silas through a few drinks, "Sutton, you still owe a al when you return to Veridia."
Silas smiled in response, "Don’t worry, won’t forget."
After sending off Hugh York, Silas stood in the darkness and lit a cigarette, took a few puffs, then turned to Stella and spoke with a low voice, "Let’s go, accompany to walk off the drinks."
Stella, "Do you need to buy you a bottle of water?"
Silas responded indirectly, "I understood what you told at the hotel, but I still want to tell you a principle: work hard not to stand out from a group, but to distance yourself from it."
Stella blinked in surprise.
Silas flicked away the ash from the cigarette at his lips, "What did you learn from today’s al?"
Stella’s lips curled slightly, "Hearing isn’t believing; seeing isn’t necessarily the truth either. Don’t judge anything by subjective impressions."
The light from Silas’s cigarette flickered brightly, he chuckled softly, voice lazily magnetic, "Today’s al was to teach you ’a good tree can make an excellent backrest’, Stella, you need to make good use of my tree."
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