Cheng Lang did not take Old Mr. Xin's complaints to heart. Somewhat bashfully, he said, "I should be thanking President Xin. If President Xin hadn't cooperated time and again, I couldn't have done this so well."
Hearing Cheng Lang say that, Old Mr. Xin was instantly left speechless.
Indeed, it had been that useless, spendthrift son of theirs who had provoked Cheng Lang first. Now that he was outmatched, there was nothing left to say.
Cheng Lang continued, "After our two companies begin working together, I hope you can assign a more experienced manager to oversee this partnership. Of course, I don't mean that President Xin is inadequate. He's a good person too, just a little hotheaded because of his youth..."
Watching Cheng Lang sit across from him and talk to himself, Old Mr. Xin could no longer hold back. He interrupted Cheng Lang and asked in a deep voice, "Why should I agree to work with you?"
As he spoke, Old Mr. Xin tossed the proposal Cheng Lang had handed him onto the table. In an indifferent tone, he said, "To be honest, I'm not interested in this partnership."
Cheng Lang's smile did not change. "Then are you interested in First Milk Tea's stock price, Old Mr. Xin?"
Old Mr. Xin's jaw abruptly tightened. He stared sharply at Cheng Lang. After a long moment, he let out a cold laugh. "Young man, you should know where to draw the line. You'd better not push people too far."
Cheng Lang chuckled and took a sip of coffee. "Please don't misunderstand, sir. I only wanted to tell you that the stock market changes by the moment. Today, unfavorable news may cause a stock price to fall; tomorrow, favorable news may send it soaring. The partnership between First Milk Tea and Forest