Yan Bing was a little puzzled. Was his name not prestigious enough, or was he not powerful enough?
His subordinate didn't understand either. He took out his phone, ready to ask what the other party was thinking. If they wanted money, they should just say so.
Yan Bing watched without betraying any emotion. It wouldn't be appropriate for him to handle this himself. Better to let his subordinate step forward, so he wouldn't lose status.
"I'll call them, then!" the young man ventured. Yan Bing nodded, then thought for a moment. "Don't hold back. The situation is still unclear, so we have to take a firm stance. They can't make a decision? Fine, we'll push them!" It sounded wonderful in his head. Unfortunately, Scarface didn't see it that way.
"Don't worry, boss. I know. We need to show them our strength!" The young man chuckled. He loved throwing his boss's weight around. I'll scare the shit out of you bumpkins.
"Yes, go ahead. They wouldn't dare play games with me!" Yan Bing took out a cigar and leisurely lit it.
The young man immediately dialed, considering his opening line. He would start by putting them in their place, establish their dominance, and set the pace. He would show them how formidable his boss was. "Hey, you-" He hadn't even managed to get the words out.
The automated message came from the other end. "The number you have dialed is busy. Please try again later!"
The young man's brow rose, and a third of his swagger vanished. "What's wrong?"
"The line's busy!" the young man answered honestly.
"They're probably discussing it with whoever's above them. No rush. Give them some time!" Yan Bing leisurely exhaled a mouthful of smoke, then turned and saw the boisterous duo beside him.
Qin Fen and