So Difficult

"If this deal doesn't go through, the goods piling up in the warehouse will be nothing but worthless trash." Beneath vermilion pillars and along a corridor of blue-tiled roofs, two men in fine robes walked one after the other, their faces etched with worry.

"Actually, the other party is perfectly capable of taking this shipment. The problem is that there are two other firms with the same goods."

"If we lower our prices, we won't be able to stay in this business. The rates are set by everyone. Now, it all depends on how the three of us handle it!"

"If we could negotiate with them at the Food Mansion, our chances of winning would be much higher."

"But the reservation you made isn't until next month."

After they finished speaking, both men sighed in unison.

"Father! Big Brother!"

"Why aren't you in the study working on your books? Look at your grades—how long has it been, and you're still stuck in the Diding Class! What is the Diding Class? It's the worst class there is!"

"Father! Younger brother has been working hard! You shouldn't be so harsh on him!"

"Go back to your studies, quickly!" He hurriedly signaled to his younger brother; their father was currently stressed about business, and it was best not to provoke him.

"Brother..."

"Get back there already!" He continued to signal his brother repeatedly.

"Brother!"

Pushed toward the study by his older brother, he found it difficult to voice what he wanted to say; every time he opened his mouth, he was interrupted.

"Father is worried about business matters. Don't appear in front of him right now, or you'll just get scolded again."

He patted his younger brother on the shoulder and sent him off to the study.

"No! Brother, what I wanted to