Ranadave didn't care much what Xiao Hua thought of him.
Xiao Hua himself didn't care that Wang Yi was rude to him, either.
In his eyes, it didn't matter whether you looked down on him or what grudges you held against him.
Even if you cursed him or hit him, as long as he could make money off you, he would smile and welcome you.
And now he was smiling at Wang Yi as he said, "No, no, Wang, you've got it wrong. I'm just a middleman, too. The person we invited you here to meet today is someone else."
As he spoke, another person came in through the door.
A woman who looked to be in her forties or fifties.
She wasn't young anymore, but she still had plenty of charm.
However, the pride she seemed to flaunt, intentionally or not, made Wang Yi uncomfortable.
Wang Yi didn't know her. They had never met before.
Xiao Hua immediately introduced her with a smile.
Ann Herbert then held out her hand to Wang Yi.
But Wang Yi pulled his hand away, leaned back, and rested his arm on the chair.
For reasons everyone knew, Wang Yi had no good feelings toward the Nike brand.
He could already guess why Nike's vice president for North America had come to see him.
As a Chinese man, he certainly wasn't going to be friendly to this woman.
Ann looked a little awkward.
As Nike's vice president for North America, she was usually only deferential to her superiors. Everyone else was generally polite to her.
She had never encountered anyone who dared to snub her right from the start.
But for the sake of business, she put up with it.
She spoke first. "Mr. Wang, you may have misunderstood something about me. Why don't