How do you tell if they’re really sincere? Actually, it’s quite simple: just see if they provide a detailed introduction of their background. Right now, no one is clear about what I, Han Lie, am looking for in terms of added value, so they can only proactively showcase their own worth. The more active and detailed they are, the more sincerity they demonstrate.
Wow, after half an hour of chatting, it really was an eye-opener...
"Mr. Han, do you need a piece of land?"
"Mr. Han, when does your company plan to move to Lujiazui? I have two floors of Grade A office space available..."
"Mr. Han, with your wealth and fa, it’s ti to get a supercar—elite supercars, or even sothing pricier. If you need one, I can get it for you!"
"Mr. Han, if you’re considering trading in U.S. stocks, I have so... ahem... connections we can exchange..."
"Does Mr. Han have future plans for equity investnt? My brother is Sequoia’s Zhang Sijian; perhaps there’s an opportunity for us to collaborate."
"Mr. Han, my brother-in-law has a VIP room in Macau. Shall we find a ti to chat?"
Damn, that last guy really gave a start. People in finance truly encounter all sorts of bizarre things... No more small talk!
Half an hour later, Han Lie had t everyone worth proactively introducing himself to. He glanced at his watch discreetly and headed towards the buffet table.
Just as he had walked about ten ters, the "big sisters" and "aunties" made their move.
After exchanging a few words with a couple of them and collecting more than a dozen business cards, suddenly, a striking vision in white blocked his way.
Up close... so ample... ah, no, so fair!
Han Lie looked up at her face. Huh?
A stir went through his heart.
The woman before him had peach-blossom eyes, a Roman nose, and cherry lips. Her skin was as white as porcelain, her features remarkably distinctive; moreover, she looked incredibly familiar.
Han Lie frowned, thinking hard, and then it suddenly hit him—
Woah, isn’t this the ultimate married woman I couldn’t forget from my past life?
She looked much younger now than before, around thirty years old, but the hint of lancholy in her eyes was exactly the sa. That fiery quality about her was unforgettable.
What did "fiery" an? The skin around her cheekbones was often flushed, indicating strong internal fire. Her eyes, always moist and seductive, suggested a reverse flow of vital essence. Combined, it was like adding fuel to the fire—an outward manifestation of excessive Yang, clearly lacking harmony. So, this woman was quite extraordinary...
Han Lie marveled inwardly.
Generally, won with long-term hormonal imbalances develop yellowish, dry skin that loses its luster and is prone to spots and pimples. But she looked even more radiant than a young girl. There was only one explanation—a Special Constitution!
Master Han wasn’t a face reader, but in recent months he had often seen top beauties with flushed faces and watery eyes, which made him particularly sensitive to these details, allowing him to promptly deduce the "truth."
Well, whether it was the truth or not was hard to confirm right now, but my interest was certainly piqued.
"Mr. Han, my surna is Bai, Bai Yuqiu. I’m just a housewife. May I disturb you for a mont?" Bai Yuqiu took the initiative to shake Han Lie’s hand, more formally than the other won.
"Hello, Sister Bai."
As Han Lie responded, he couldn’t shake the feeling that sothing was a bit strange...
He gently took her small hand and suddenly felt a slip of paper being passed into his.
Heh... Clever!
The roguish man feigned surprise, cocking an eyebrow. "Sister Bai?"
Bai Yuqiu’s cheeks flushed crimson with embarrassnt as she hastily explained, "I don’t have a business card, and I was too embarrassed to ask for your contact information... Uh, my husband has friends here in the hall, so please don’t rush to read it... Anyway, I have plenty of ti. It’s up to your convenience!"
After her sowhat incoherent attempt at a cover-up, she suddenly glanced over Han Lie’s shoulder and then turned to leave.
Tsk tsk, very decisive!
Han Lie discreetly pocketed the note and continued onward.
As more people approached to hand over their business cards, Bai Yuqiu’s hurried arrival and departure were smoothly glossed over.
Before he had moved more than a few steps, Tang Xintian found him and whispered, "Director Huang is finished with his work and is waiting for you upstairs. Shall we go up?"
Actually, I no longer wanted to waste any more ti with Old Huang. But there was no helping it; I’d agreed earlier, and it wasn’t right to stand him up at the last minute—especially without a good reason. I couldn’t just tell Old Huang that I was off to "climb" Bai Yuqiu, could I?
Han Lie silently sighed, his enthusiasm dampened, and nodded. "Alright, let’s go."
Tang Xintian found it odd.
This scoundrel was so cheerful just a mont ago; why did he beco so listless the mont I arrived? Is it really necessary? What have I ever done for him to be so resistant to ?!
Tang Xintian felt a fla of indignation rising within her, fed by previous instances of being toyed with and overlooked. With her defenses already breached, a small spark ignited.
Good heavens, things were now truly just a spark away...
***
I bet on Argentina to win.
The country’s almost bankrupt; they can’t afford not to take the championship...
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