"I completely understand your position, Chairman Shen!" Singh said, looking every inch the affable gentleman. "As a businessman, you must know how to use the resources at your disposal to secure greater profits for yourself and your company. For Phantom Immortal Technology, Cancer Cure No. 1 is precisely such a resource—and an exceptionally scarce one at that."
The corners of Shen Bing's mouth lifted slightly. Singh was a smart man too! Talking to smart people was always a pleasure.
"Since you put it that way, Mr. Singh, I imagine you came prepared. I'm rather curious what terms you intend to offer," Shen Bing asked with a smile.
"As I said earlier, we came with the utmost sincerity," Singh said. "First, Cancer Cure No. 1 will not be subject to any tariffs when it enters our country..."
No tariffs? Why did that sound so pathetic? Were you actually planning to levy tariffs on Cancer Cure No. 1? Why not ask for the moon while you're at it?
Before Singh could finish, Shen Bing said, "Mr. Singh, please don't bring up tariffs. That word makes me dizzy."
Singh opened his mouth. Did I say something wrong? I said there wouldn't be any tariffs. What was wrong with that...?
And it made him dizzy? What was that supposed to mean?
He certainly did not believe that hearing the word "tariffs" actually made Shen Bing dizzy. There had to be a reason for him to say that.
Singh had just said he had come with sincerity, but it would have been more accurate to say he had come under orders to succeed at all costs.
So Shen Bing could afford to be dizzy, but Singh absolutely could not afford to be muddleheaded. He had to think things through before speaking.
What had they come