Amir Khan nodded too. "Yeah, we still have to stick to the old way. That's the most likely way to achieve our goal."
Charlie Hannum wasn't too happy with Gates, but he had to admit there weren't any better options at the moment.
In the end, he could only snort.
Gates continued, "But even if we're putting on an act, we can't make it too obvious. We need the audience and the media to think we're playing seriously, while making Wang Yi and the team's management think we're protesting. So use your heads a little when you're acting. Don't make it so mindless."
Amir Khan and Kim Tae-hyun were a little annoyed to hear that, but they weren't as hot-tempered as Charlie Hannum. Besides, they had to admit Gates was right—they had overdone it today.
Once they'd reached an agreement, everyone's spirits lifted.
They smoked cigars, drank red wine, and cuddled up with beautiful women.
A scene like this called for some loud music.
Charlie Hannum snapped his fingers and requested a song. "Play that hottest, most explosive song out right now: 'He's Here, He's Here.'"
His attempt at the Chinese phrase was terribly clumsy.
But the beautiful woman beside him understood. She pressed a few buttons on the remote, and soon lively, high-energy music filled the private room:
"Big brother, big brother, welcome! Thanks for coming to my place.
Big brother, big brother, welcome! We've been waiting for you through wind and rain.
He's here, he's here, he's brought gifts with him.
He's here, he's here, he's come riding on auspicious clouds.
Big brother rules the sky, big brother rules the earth, big brother can reach the heavens.
Big brother commands the wind, big brother commands the rain, big brother can summon wind and rain."
As they listened, the