Under the dim light of the setting sun, an elderly man draped in a Yingzhou robe sat across from Huai Shi, his smile gentle.
"Mr. Huai Shi, how have you been?"
Huai Shi's pen paused, interrupting his design thoughts for Sky Que. He raised his eyes and looked over, decisively putting the pen aside and straightforwardly asking:
"Why have you come, Mr. Nanbu?"
He had no habit of playing games with the old foxes from Deer's Sing Hall. Directness was best, especially when dealing with old turtles raised in dirty waters; playing tricks was the dumbest.
Besides, he did not intend to make any promises or guarantees without consulting his advisors.
"I figured you should know."
Nanbu smiled calmly: "You seem dissatisfied with our method of cooperation, but please don't misunderstand. We simply wish to establish joint interests with Tanbo."
Thus, he admitted without concern that the morning discussions were indeed his doing.
