Showing His True Onion Colors

"Party A came to me for architectural design because what they needed was precisely my design style."

"You're right, but whose money paid for the building?"

"Even if some practicality was sacrificed for design value, resulting in a premium in construction costs, that was all mutually agreed upon. I have never used my status as a designer to force Party A to alter their budget."

"You're right, but whose money paid for the building?"

"Now, I won't change my mind because of Party A's opinions. This is all stipulated in the contract, and Party A was informed in advance. It's a two-way choice. I don't think regarding it as my work is any insult to Party A."

"Y-you're right..."

Standing to one side, Tang Ze listened to Asai Narumi's unchanging, repeated-debate method, then looked at Moriyama Teiji's increasingly flushed face, now nearly the color of pig liver. He pressed a fist to his mouth so Moriyama Teiji would not notice the corners of his lips trying to rise.

Today, he and Asai Narumi had indeed come here to argue philosophy.

Moriyama Teiji's personality and state of mind doomed him to be an extremely self-centered and arrogant man. As strangers without status to back them up, trying to communicate with him peacefully was harder than reaching the heavens.

As everyone knew, when talking to big shots—or rather, people who considered themselves big shots—the most effective method was not to post, "I'm a newbie and would like to ask whether there's any XXX suitable for beginners," but rather, "I think all beginner-level XX is trash. Not a single one is usable."

Veterans who could not be bothered to educate newbies asking for handouts would directly ignore the former, while with the latter, one could easily obtain extremely detailed specifications and comparisons amid