A soft chuckle then escapes Liu Shan’s mouth and he stops clapping. Reaching into his inner coat pocket, he takes out his phone. Throughout the process, he never once avert his sharp gaze from the obese man as his thumb moves over the phone screen like they had eyes of their own.
"President Fang, I am well aware that I am only an assistant you are eting with for the first ti, but..."
His thumb stops moving and he place the phone on the table. With a light push, the phone swiftly slides across the table and stops in front of President Fang.
"De L’amour isn’t a company you or anyone can belittle."
Since President Fang went so far as to try and change the purpose of this eting, it can only an the man thinks De L’amour is a company easy to be stepped on. This is clearly why he dares to look down on them.
He points to the phone and his voice sounds again, but this ti in a domineering tone.
"Right there is a virtual copy of the supply contract and everything that should be discussed in this eting between De L’amour and Fang Fabrics."
He leans forward and place his forearms on the table as his fingers slide through the gaps and entwine.
"I’ll get straight to the point. As the assistant..."
He points to himself then gesture with his head to Yue Ling, who sat next to him.
"And the secretary of De L’amour, we are not here for amusent. However, if you still want to be simpleminded, De L’amour will gladly take its business proposal sowhere else."
His words fell in a nonchalant tone, but for President Fang, each word were like huge boulders dropping down onto him one by one.
Sweat slowly form on his forehead and back. His hand fidget under the table as he stares in disbelief at Liu Shan. He could see that the assistant was serious and not joking.
"I...I..."
He stamrs one word before inhaling a mouthful of air and slams his palm on the table.
"Y-You are only an assistant. How dare you co into my company and disrespect ?!"
Anger quickly boil inside him and overpowers the nervous feeling he had seconds ago.
"If De L’amour wants to take its business sowhere else, so be it. There are plenty of fashion companies in Imperial that are waiting for to sign a contract with them."
Even if he had outspoken a little, he is still the president of Fang Fabrics. Since De L’amour was the one who suggested the supply contract, shouldn’t the other party show him so respect.
Not only that, even if this eting did not go through, he can always sign a contract with another company.
"President Fang."
Just when the obese man finished his last word, Yue Ling’s angelic voices enters the two n’s ears.
However, it wasn’t in her usual soft and warming tone. There was a trace of coldness that can be heard behind it.
Even her bluish green eyes seed to have darken a shade darker as she stares glaringly at the man across from her.
"You seem to be forgetting that it is De L’amour you are criticizing first."
She had planned to stay quiet and let Liu Shan handle the eting. However, since President Fang thought it was a wise choice to disrespect not only her subordinate, but also her company, she will not sit idly on the side and listen.
Her head slightly tilt to the side and her chin raise up like she was the Heavenly Emperor looking down upon the mundane world.
"Could it be that you are able to speak so highly of yourself because you still think An Qing will offer a contract to you?"
Liu Shan arch a brow when he heard her words. A glint of light flash in his eyes and he decides to go with the flow. He trace his tongue over the front of his teeth before making a smacking sound.
"Thank you Secretary An for refreshing my mories."
He stares at President Fang and raise his hand to stroke his chin like he had a long beard.
"Since things have turned out this way, it seems both companies under the sa ownership will have to find another fabric company to work with."
"..."
President Fang was rooted to his seat. He looks at Yue Ling then Liu Shan then the cycle repeats until he started seeing birds fly in circles around his head.
He had been so confident with himself because he knows that An Qing will always be the first to reach out to him. However, how could be have forgotten that An Qing, the biggest support he has is actually own by Han Yue Ling.
Cursing at himself inside, he smacks the invisible birds away and force a sarcastic chuckle.
"Aiya, I sincerely apologize. We seed to have gotten off at a wrong start here. How about we forget everything that just happened and discuss about the supply contract?"
Liu Shan stares with heavy eyelids at President Fang. His expression was as if saying, ’really?’. He (President Fang) was the one who decided to disrespect and fabricate the eting for his own selfishness. Now that they put so senses into him, he thinks everything will go back to normal. Oh please.
Seated next to Liu Shan, Yue Ling thought the sa as her assistant. However, the only difference between them was that she didn’t let her emotions show on her face.
"President Fang, it is as you said. We indeed got off at a wrong start, but your words have revealed your true intentions in this business eting."
Her eyes slowly flutter and she scoots the chair back to stand up.
"De L’amour will not be working with Fang Fabrics and neither is An Qing."
She gives a polite bow and walks away without sparing the man another look.
"I hope you have a good day."
Liu Shan didn’t need to say anything as his boss already said everything that needed to be said. He quickly stood up and follows after her. Of course, he didn’t forget to reach across the table to retrieve his phone first.
"Wait!"
Watching them leave, President Fang felt another wave of cold sweat slide down his back. He abruptly stood up and tries to stop them from leaving.
"We can discuss this matter like civilized people. I’m willing to sign the contract without further questions."
Feeling more anxious and nervous, he strides around the long table and ets them at the red double doors.
"Any fabric De L’amour wants, I am willing to give."
He force out a sarcastic laugh and gestures as politely as he could towards the empty chairs in the room.
"What do you say, eh?"
Yue Ling and Liu Shan stopped in their steps as President Fang had blocked the exit. However, due to their height difference, the boss and assistant could only look down at the obese man who stood a head and a half shorter than them.
"President Fang, De L’amour is a fashion company that does not run around in circles."
Standing closest to the man, Liu Shan spoke in tranquil voice that held a touch of dangerousness.
Rembering the way President Fang had eyed his boss when they first arrived, he slightly takes a step forward and blocks her from view.
"Our policy is strict. Once we’ve co to a decision, we will not take it back."
Despite the man’s rude behavior towards them, Liu Shan still leans forward and gestures a polite bow.
"Have a good day sir."
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