Insisting on His Own Way
That really hit where it hurt, buddy!
Bowden Crison had taken heavy losses and was counting on Li Bai to bring him some good news. Instead... damn it, this was terrifying!
He was practically about to lose his mind!
Was this guy serious?
The vice president nearly lunged at Li Bai, grabbing him by the collar and demanding an answer.
Mr. Bowden wasn't the only person in the world who wanted to punch Li Bai, but none of them had any way to deal with this pain in the neck.
Old Li had raised the kind of troublemaker you couldn't handle with an ordinary approach—not unless you took him to task with a Webbing Belt.
"You're joking, right? That joke isn't funny at all."
Bowden Crison, vice president of the American Damon Company, wore a grim expression and managed a very strained smile. It couldn't have been more awkward.
Li Bai said earnestly, "In China, food is what matters most to the people. No matter how important something is, it's not more important than eating!"
Taizu once wrote in a poem: "Just finished drinking the water of Changsha, now I'm eating Wuchang fish."
Nothing in the world was more ridiculous than going hungry.
If ordinary people had nothing to eat, they'd revolt!
Bowden Crison was nearly in tears. This guy was making far too much sense—he had no answer.
Chinese cuisine was famous the world over. When people got desperate, they'd even gnaw on rocks (the "Five Minerals Powder" craze, or dipping pebbles in soy sauce...).
People would even hunt aliens for food. Not even the highly poisonous pufferfish could put them off, let alone a mere snake king. Surely the man standing right here wasn't the only one interested in cooking one.
So Li