Since this fake rich man cares about money, he shouldn't give in easily. Wang Chengzhu thought about it carefully and came to the conclusion that he would play some tricks on the settlement of the second batch of transactions.
After trying to make up his mind, Wang Chengzhu wrote a letter through the system. He disguised himself as a different person, pretending to be the messenger, and delivered a large, bulging envelope with "Mr. House personally addressed" printed on the cover to the front desk of the foreign bank.
The next day, in a tea restaurant in the public concession, Wang Chengzhu, dressed in a navy suit, waited for Mr. House.
Seeing that the other party was wearing a decent light brown casual suit and a freshly shaved face, Wang Chengzhu showed an approving smile: "Mr. House, you must have charmed many little girls with your energetic outfit!"
"Thank you for the compliment, Mr. Wang." House said politely and got straight to the point, "I received your letter, saying that I have some new ideas about cargo trading. Please explain it directly."
Wang Chengzhu didn't have much experience in business negotiations, but since he learned about the other party's attitude and demands from his diary, he studied some modern negotiation skills overnight. While searching for countermeasures in the system window, he composed a verbal reply: "House
Sir, it’s like this. The goods we traded last time were of very good quality. My business partners and I are considering ordering some more..."
"But what does this have to do with the second batch of transactions?" House interrupted Wang Chengzhu.
"There is a connection, but not much. I invited Mr. House here today because I plan to make friends and establish a long-term business partnership..."
House's expression became calmer and he did not interrupt Wang Chengzhu's words harshly.
The waiter standing next to the pillar saw that the two reserved guests at this table had arrived. He dutifully walked to the table and asked softly: "Two gentlemen, what would you like to order? Our restaurant is specially serving red wine today."
Vegetable soup, pan-fried salad, and light beer are available at half price..."
"Please go first." Wang Chengzhu raised his right hand and made a salute.
"Thank you!" House seemed not to understand the modest etiquette of the land of China. He thanked him and raised his hand to open the order book placed by the waiter on the table. "One red cabbage soup, one fully cooked pork chop, one cup
Light beer, two hot baguette slices. Mr. Wang, what would you like to eat?"
The waiter cooperated by panning the order book 180 degrees and moved it in front of Wang Chengzhu.
Wang Chengzhu flipped through it casually and gave the contents of his meal: "One piece of macaroni, one piece of pan-fried salad, and a glass of kvass." Later, he was going to build relationships and discuss business, and he couldn't let alcohol affect the body's language expression.