"Brother Yuan, don't you think your Yuanfang Company is developing a bit slowly?"
After chatting for a while, Wang Sichao started to probe Gao Yuan.
He was being relatively subtle, not just waving cash in Gao Yuan's face.
"What? Got something on your mind?"
Gao Yuan couldn't be bothered to beat around the bush with him and glanced up at Wang Sichao.
He didn't really like this side of Wang Sichao; he preferred the carefree attitude Wang Sichao had when he was chasing women.
They were both young men, yet here he was, acting like one of those old foxes.
Like setting up this meeting in a teahouse today—it was far less satisfying than if he had just brought out a few bottles of good liquor.
Wang Sichao was instantly energized by Gao Yuan's words.
'The meaning behind his words isn't hard to decipher. This means I have a shot!'
