With those words, Qin Siyang turned the tables outright, leaving Zhong Dingming to name his own terms.
In other words, whether their deal went through now depended entirely on whether Qin Siyang could accept the terms Zhong Dingming offered.
As Qin Siyang saw it, any opportunities for further cooperation would also depend on Zhong Dingming's attitude this time.
After a moment's thought, Zhong Dingming said, "Professor Li Tianming seems to resent me deeply. You have no reservations?"
Qin Siyang said, "Old Li may not be a paragon of virtue, but his moral standards are still among the highest around these days. I can trust him with my life, but not with my interests. If I chose my friends based on his likes and dislikes, I'd have enemies everywhere, nowhere to stand, and probably have been hacked to pieces long ago."
"True."
Zhong Dingming nodded, then asked, "So, setting Professor Li's influence aside, you really can continue working with me?"
"It was your son you killed, not Old Li's. It doesn't make much difference to me. Besides, there's no old grudge or new hatred between us. I'm doing business with you, not becoming your son. What's there that we can't discuss?"
"True."
When handling everyday affairs, Qin Siyang never let Li Tianming's likes and dislikes enter into the equation.
Li Tianming had survived this long solely because his extraordinary talent and superior skills meant no one could kill him easily. That was what had kept him alive. How many successful people in the Safe Zone were as incomparably loyal and honorable as Zhang Kuang?
If Qin Siyang dealt with people the way Li Tianming did, eight out of ten things would fall through.
So when Qin Siyang acted, he followed only his own internal sense of balance.
Of course, if someone