In the exquisitely decorated private dining room, the fragrance of tea drifted lazily as the faint sound of the guqin filtered through the walls, ethereal and distant like music from another realm.
Wanjin Ping, however, was in a thoroughly wretched mood. Having spent over a decade making his way in the industry, he had seen every kind of storm, yet he never expected to hit a brick wall today with a mere youngster.
What depressed Wanjin Ping the most was that from beginning to end, Lu Chen had controlled the conversation, leaving all his carefully prepared arguments with nowhere to be used.
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