"President Chen, sorry to bother you. I'm Zhang Liaoyuan, the founder of Three Squirrels. We just launched on Pinbei Mall last week and are already averaging 1,000 sales a day. Thank you so much for providing an online sales channel for us businesspeople from Huian."
Zhang Liaoyuan strode forward, his face a mask of eager admiration, and said with a smile.
It was a carefully crafted opening, designed to introduce himself and his brand while simultaneously leveraging their shared hometown to build rapport with Chen Yansen.
Xu Minggang raised his tipsy gaze, a smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth as he sized up Zhang Liaoyuan with amusement.
'This guy certainly has a gambling streak.'
Fortune is sought in danger, but it is also lost there.
If Chen Yansen found Zhang Liaoyuan's approach too brazen, he wouldn't just fail to build a connection—he might even provoke his disgust.
'Three Squirrels?'
