"This deal has to go through. Otherwise, the goods will sit in the warehouse until they're nothing but worthless trash." Beneath vermilion pillars and along a corridor tiled in green, two elegantly dressed men walked one behind the other, both wearing worried expressions.
"Actually, the other party can afford to take the whole lot. It's just that two other families have the same goods as we do."
"If we lower the price, we'll never be able to do business this way again. Everyone agreed on the prices. Now it all depends on how the three families handle things!"
"If we could negotiate with them at the Food Mansion, our chances would be much better."
"But the seat you reserved isn't available until next month."
When they finished speaking, both men sighed.
"Father! Big Brother!"
"Why aren't you studying properly in the study? Just look at your grades! How long have you been stuck in Diding Class? What is Diding Class? It's the worst class!"
"Father! Little Brother has been working hard all along! Don't be so hard on him!"
"Get back to your books!" He hurriedly shot his little brother a look. Their father was already fretting over business; it was best not to provoke him.
"Big Brother..."
"Get back already!" He kept signaling to his younger brother with his eyes.
"Big Brother!"
His older brother pushed him toward the study. There were things he wanted to say, but he couldn't get a word out. Every time he opened his mouth, someone cut him off.
"Father's worried about business. Don't go near him right now, or you'll just get scolded again."
He patted his younger brother on the shoulder and saw him to the study.
"No! Big Brother, what I wanted to say was, I can get us a seat