The Glamorous Comeback of the Ousted Heiress

Not to mention whether they recognized him or would listen to him, how would he negotiate that 30%?

The small bar in the corner was a bit low, with fluffy sofas placed around it, and Bai Lian sat in the middle, appearing somewhat leisurely but the innate dignity could not be concealed, “Yes.”

When he lowered his eyes, that casual yet dignified tension naturally revealed itself.

Suddenly, Director Chen sat up straight. He turned to Manager Yan, his face expressionless: “If they told you to go, then go.”

With Mr. Chen and Miss Bai asking him to do so, there must be good reason.

Manager Yan stood up, his demeanor becoming instantly composed.

“Mr. Mao,” said Nagano as he laid out the documents, his petite moustache shining with joy, “Pleasure doing business.”

“Mr. Mao, our company also has a proposal.”

His Mandarin almost overlapped with a voice behind him.

Nagano turned around, looking at the speaking Manager Yan, his eyebrows painted with black lacquer.

Yu Hongyi and Jingyu, sitting beside, were extremely surprised by Manager Yan’s sudden appearance. They exchanged a glance, saying nothing, just wondering what cards Manager Yan held in his hand.

Manager Yan nodded to Mao Kun with refined courtesy, then spoke freely.

“30%?” Mao Kun’s gaze was stern and indifferent, this retort seemed knowledgeable.

Manager Yan’s calf trembled, but his face remained stoic, “Mr. Mao, but we can create demand, create markets, even break into international markets, in Dong…”

Despite being in procurement, his salesmanship was turning decay into miracle.

He talked eloquently.

Mao Kun narrowed his eyes, his expression growing colder.

The others couldn’t help but step forward, and Nagano frowned even more. He looked towards Jingyu and asked, “Do you two know him?”

Jingyu also suppressed his anger.

Though not understanding much, just by hearing the 30% share, how could it compare? Not to mention that this was on Backter Street’s turf.

This was neither in Jiangjing nor on Chen Family’s ground.

This was Backter Street, a no-man’s-land, the big bosses’ stronghold. Even Mr. Chen had to keep a low profile here, let alone them.

How dared Manager Yan?

Catching Yu Hongyi’s gaze, Jingyu took a few steps forward, made a smiling apology to Mao Kun, and then warned Manager Yan in a low voice, “Stop making a fool of yourself, if you want to die, don’t drag us into it…”

Before Jingyu could finish, Mao Kun reached out to Manager Yan: “Give me the plan.”

Manager Yan spoke as if he were ready for death, waiting for Mr. Mao to throw him out, but unexpectedly, the latter extended his hand to him—

Did he believe his pie in the sky?

He stiffly handed over the document.

Mao Kun sat upright, looking through the document from beginning to end, slowly, and then looked up, “Sustainable…”

He paused for a moment, said nothing further, stood up, and reached out to Manager Yan: “Pleasure doing business.”

Manager Yan extended his hand in astonishment.

This was a gesture of collaboration.

“Bang—”

“Mr. Mao!” Nagano’s eyes were like icy stars as he slammed the table with such force that he cracked the granite surface, “Are you saying you do not wish to cooperate with us Dongwu?”

“Whoosh—”

Everyone took several steps back.

But Mao Kun was unconcerned, his hand swiftly grabbing Nagano’s wrist and flipping it, shocking Nagano who could hardly believe it, and flung him back into the crowd.

Before this, no one knew the depth of Mr. Mao’s skills.

Only then did Mao Kun lean back in the boss chair, pull out a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and smirked at Nagano: “What thing do you think you are, to dare threaten me?”

He smoked the cigarette, cocked his head, and pressed his Bluetooth earpiece: “Drag him out.”

The rules of the road should be followed, there’s no way around it, they didn’t like Japanese pirates.

Mao Kun clicked his tongue.

The luxurious private room was cleared in an instant. Like everyone else, Manager Yan feared bloodshed in the next second. Taking advantage of the chaos, he returned to the corner, “Mr. Chen, Miss Bai, we shall leave…”

Before Yan could finish, someone tapped him on the back, “Buddy, make way?”

That voice…

Manager Yan turned around, only to see Mao Kun, who had just been bloodthirsty and cruel, grinning at him with a lit cigarette in his mouth, looking very much like a punk.

Manager Yan stiffly moved aside.

Revealing Director Chen sitting on the sofa, Director Chen looked up at Mao Kun.

“Hey, Mr. Chen.” Mao Kun waved at Director Chen, and then went to speak to Bai Lian, “Sis, how did I do just now?”

“Not bad.” Bai Lian was doing homework and did not look up.