Jing Book

Zhang Jingshu was half lying on the bamboo mat in a sweat steaming suit, with a pot of fruit tea that had bottomed out in his hand. The high temperature of 49 degrees in the steam room made him drowsy until he caught a glimpse of the middle-aged man who opened the door from the corner of his eye. Man, Zhang Jingshu got up his spirits, sat up and greeted him.

"We've been waiting for a long time."

A trace of surprise flashed in Nagashima Xiongyi's eyes, he walked over and sat cross-legged beside Zhang Jingshu, nodding.

"Mr. Zhang."

Since what was to be discussed was an obscure matter, there was no need to exchange names. Zhang Jingshu confirmed that the person in front of him was here for an appointment, so he cut to the chase and said, "Can you make the decision?"

"can."

"OK, let's talk about business."

Zhang Jingshu poured a cup of fruit tea for Nagashima Xiongyi, and said in a low voice: "With all due respect, you are too purposeful and eager for quick success, so your identities have long been no secret to me."

"Mr. Zhang..."

"What I mean is that you don't have to bother to cover it up. Whether this transaction can be completed depends not on your identity, but on your sincerity."

Nagashima Xiongyi took the teacup from Zhang Jingshu's hand, dipped his lips symbolically, and pondered: "Three hundred million...Mr. Zhang has made up his mind? There is no room for negotiation?"

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