Zhou Zeyang marveled, "Wow."
What a thick skin. He really dared to say that.
"No, no, no, no. Your company's investment philosophy is simply too ahead of its time." The investor's chair seemed to burn his ass. He had completely forgotten whatever agreement he had reached with Wang Ming before coming here, springing to his feet as though he was about to make a run for it to pee.
"I suddenly need to use the bathroom. I have to go back to the company!"
Zhou Jingcheng deliberately refused to let him off. "There's a restroom here. Turn right when you go out."
The investor hemmed and hawed for ages. "I-I prefer my own toilet."
"Is that so? What a pity," Zhou Jingcheng said with deep regret. "If Mr. Sun changes his mind, please be sure to contact me promptly."
The investor's fake smile was nearly frozen onto his face.
After finishing the proposal, Shi Jihan felt as if he had overworked himself. At least ninety-nine percent of his brain cells had died in battle. The first thing he did after leaving the meeting room was pull out his phone and order takeout as compensation for his mental labor.
"Thirty off three? Forty-five off five?" Shi Jihan's brows nearly knotted together in disgust. "Why are these coupons getting stingier and stingier?"
He hopped repeatedly between various apps, his calculator practically throwing sparks as he vowed to fleece every last possible bargain and not spend a single cent more. Zero-Zero-Zero was awestruck by this determination to pinch pennies. [Didn't you just fleece Zhou Zeyang out of quite a bit of money?]
[That money has its own purpose.]
Shi Jihan successfully found the best deal, ordering three little cakes for 6.48. Fully satisfied, he sat down to wait for his post-battle supplies.
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