The group of people standing behind him stood in unison.
As solemn and orderly as a eting of national leaders.
They directly dominated the scene, and although Zou Xueqin’s people on the other side also exuded an elitist aura, they lacked the opponent’s rigor and composure, highlighting their frivolity and arrogance by comparison.
—Perhaps it had sothing to do with leadership.
Tak stood up with a smile, reaching for a handshake, but before he could speak, he heard the other person say indifferently, "It seems I’ve arrived just in ti."
His voice was deep and resonant like marble, with an implied aning.
Tak looked up to see a pair of bright but sharp eyes above the cold and distinct contours of the other’s face.
He smiled lightly, "That depends on what you’re here for, Mr. Xiao."
Or rather, your sincerity.
Mr. Xiao, who was as young as Zou Xueqin but evidently much more imposing, had obviously taken Elder Tang and the others by surprise. The three exchanged glances and bitter smiles. Alright, the waters of Xinjiang were indeed deep; it seed that their preparation this ti was insufficient, like stepping into a void.
But who exactly was this person?
Elder Tang and the others had completely let go of their previous thoughts, now turning to this Mr. Xiao, finding Zou Xueqin’s reaction rather interesting.
Just now, his face had changed slightly.
But at this mont, he still smiled graciously at Mr. Xiao, "Mr. Xiao is indeed busy, rushing straight to Xinjiang from Jiangdu Provincial City without stopping for a break..."
This statent had several implications, mostly a declaration of ho-field in "our Xinjiang" and "we have you completely figured out."
Mr. Xiao was already seated on another sofa.
All parties present.
He lifted his gaze, picked up the tea his assistant had just poured, and took a sip, "Unfortunately, I’m just passing through the Provincial City on a layover from Myanmar, but I was delayed a bit after being invited to tea by Lord Nata, sorry about that."
There was no hint of apology in his tone, but Zou Xueqin’s face color kept changing, especially as he saw the docunt that Mr. Xiao took from his assistant spread out on the table, and another person placed another set of docunts in front of Tak, his eyebrows jumped fiercely...
A very bad premonition.
"What do you an by this, Mr. Xiao?" Tak’s smile was sowhat strained because the other’s act was beyond his expectations, and that was not a good feeling.
"I’ve already said, I’m coming back from Myanmar today," Mr. Xiao’s slender fingers pressed against a stack of what looked like contracts, tapped it down and stared at Tak like a hawk.
"This contract lists my conditions below; it also contains so very useful information for your Ratzak Family, Mr. Tak. Have a look, or ask soone in your clan about it. If it’s agreeable, then sign the contract."
Calm, assertive, and leaving no room for refusal.
Tak frowned, pulling out the docunts under the contract tentatively.
His expression froze as he read the first page, eyes widening; after the second page, he drew a sharp breath, his face turning grim; by the third page... his face had gone ashen.
The three thin sheets of paper were twisted in his palm but quickly smoothed out, his expression grave as he looked deeply at Mr. Xiao and said, "This contract is very good, Mr. Xiao. I will consider it..."
"Not consider, but decide. One day, I await your response," Mr. Xiao put down his half-finished cup of tea, stood up, and Tak reflexively followed suit.
One day... That’s too little!
He was about to say sothing.
"I don’t have much patience," Mr. Xiao turned to glance at Zou Xueqin, his gaze then sweeping over those present, pausing for a mont, then he nodded lightly and turned to leave...
Not to exit, but to check in, apparently having arranged everything already.
"Two minutes," Yu Quan looked at the ti on his phone, shook his head, and sighed lightly.
Utterly decisive and skilled, infuriatingly so.
This Mr. Xiao was frightening.
Elder Tang and the other sly old foxes couldn’t help but exclaim—this wave of newcors was fierce; how many waves before them must they have toppled?
But what particularly endeared them to him was that before he left, Mr. Xiao nodded his head not towards Tak or Zou Xueqin, but to their group, which was almost inconspicuous...
The young man still had so manners.
"Seeing him, I suddenly think of Yi Chilian," Elder Lin said, stroking his chin.
Both were young with imnse power, both stood out with their distinguished appearance, yet they walked divergent paths—one noble as the water lily, painted with the watery ink of Jiangnan, the other cold as bedrock, styled like a domineering CEO out of Hong Kong comics...
But thinking of Yi Chilian, he subconsciously looked towards...
Ah A looked at Sui Yi, but she was already standing with her hands in her pockets, her gaze coolly on them...
Elder Tang chuckled awkwardly, "Ha, Sui Yi, you’ve just woken up, haven’t you? You must be hungry, I’m a bit peckish myself. Let’s go have so food; we haven’t had the chance to properly explore Urumqi yet!"
Elder Lin and the others shared the sa sentint. Although they had already gathered once, it was rely for formalities, and they hadn’t really eaten much, being too busy drinking. There was not much joy in that—eating out with one’s own people was far more appealing.
"All right," Sui Yi nodded, ready to leave...
"Gentlen," Zou Xueqin suddenly called out to everyone, a smile beaming across his face, "Are you going to eat? There’s no one who knows Urumqi better than . I’ll be your guide."
Uh, is that appropriate for soone who just failed to cooperate?
Well, we’re all in the sa boat, having failed to cooperate.
The man’s smile was amiable, and while Elder Tang and the others couldn’t refuse, Elder Tang glanced at Sui Yi and furrowed his brow, feeling that Zou Xueqin’s gaze on Sui Yi was sowhat strange. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welco to vote for it at Qidian. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users can read at m.qidian.)
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