Blah, blah, blah...
Old Du seemed to possess the gift of gab; he was incredibly talkative. Han Lie had never encountered a foreigner who could talk so much.
However, this attitude was rather comforting.
Having the foreign head of a luxury brand earnestly fawn over you right from the start—how could that not be satisfying?
But Han Lie found it very strange.
Was Cartier's Magic Capital office a sieve or something?
The morning's meeting hadn't been conducted with much fanfare, so how did Du Lande seem to know even the minute details?
During their conversation, Han Lie intentionally broached the subject. Du Lande didn't try to hide anything, replying meaningfully, "Dear Mr. Han, in China, there are only a few high-end circles where foreigners work. Sometimes we are enemies, sometimes we are friends. Once this deal is truly done, I believe you will immediately become a common VIP client of the three major luxury groups..."
