Wang's Korean entertainment

Chapter 1334

"Well...then let's make an appointment later...OK..."

After hanging up the phone, the man leaned back on the office chair and thought for a while, then raised his head and looked at the middle-aged man who had been waiting on the sofa for a long time.

"I'm in a bad mood right now, so, which way do you think you can accept me asking you to get out?"

After hearing his words, the middle-aged man did not get angry, and the middle-aged man with Italian characteristics always kept a meticulous smile on his face.

"Mr. Han, I have been waiting for so long, you should at least listen to what I have to say first?"

"I've done what you asked for, I don't understand that I want to see your face... Greyson."

The man stood up, straightened his suit, walked to the discussion area, and sat down opposite the middle-aged man.

"Although you did sell most of the shares you held in accordance with the agreement, we discovered that your secretary, or should I say the female partner? That Miss Zoe has been secretly buying the shares you sold."

"That only shows that you are incompetent."

The man picked up the decanter on the table and poured himself a glass of wine. He shook the glass and faced the gaze of the middle-aged man calmly. His tone was completely different from the previous conversation, cold and slightly mean.

"I don't think you, Mr. Han, have forgotten our condition for letting you out of citizenship. We want all of LJ's holdings in the United States. I repeat, it's all of them!"

"I think you don't remember the agreement I made with you. I have sold all the shares, but your people are too slow to start."

The man raised his wine glass and pointed it at the light above his head. The faint light reflected on his cheeks, and those dark eyes were like a calm lake in the night.

"As far as I know, Zoe only got a very small part of the shares."

"That's right! Compared to the total share, what she got is really not very eye-catching, but all she got was the most valuable!"

The smile on the face of the middle-aged man finally disappeared. He leaned down, stared oppressively at the casual man, and said in a low voice: "So, we hope that Mr. Han will keep your promise. You were once the most important person in our country. Those excellent entrepreneurs, don't lose face before you leave!"

The man glanced at him, put down the undrinked glass of red wine, and said casually: "The word entrepreneur is too glamorous. I am a pure businessman, a businessman who uses unscrupulous means to achieve his goals..."

He got up again, and under the gaze of the middle-aged man, he walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire New York City, looking down at the most prosperous city in the world, there was no trace of nostalgia in his eyes, only a trace of peace A feeling of relief.

"So now, no matter whether you want to negotiate with me, cooperate, or trade, I hope you can recognize at least one thing. In this business, what you want is not important at all. What is important is that What do I want."

Then, he looked back at the middle-aged man with an ugly face, and said softly: "The business has been concluded, I will give you what you want, now it's your turn to give me what you want, don't give me any more!" What excuses should I make? It will be you who will be even more ashamed at that time."

The middle-aged man frowned in thought, quickly stood up without saying a word, and walked towards the door of the office.

It wasn't until he stretched out his hand to grab the handle of the door that a thick complexion appeared on that middle-aged face, and he said without looking back: "I wish you the best of luck...The Lion Heart."

The man quietly watched the back of the middle-aged man walking out, and the corner of his mouth curled up inexplicably.

He turned his head back, continued to look at the city under his feet, and muttered, "Of course it must go smoothly. After I leave, the name The Lion Heart will completely cease to exist..."

Suddenly there was the sound of the door opening again.

The man didn't look back, and after watching the scenery quietly for a while, he asked, "Robin, at this point, do you still want to stop me?"

The white young man changed from his usual cheerful appearance, stood behind him in formal attire, and said after a moment of silence: "Woo, do you still remember our earliest quarrel over this matter?"

The man chuckled, and turned to look at him, "Of course I remember. At that time Zoe was going to have a big mess. She kept reminding me that she said I was the Lionheart of Wall Street..."

"But you don't think the title means anything at all, do you?"

Before he could continue, the white youth interrupted him tacitly.

The corner of the man's mouth curled up again, and he walked over to pick up the decanter and poured a second glass of wine. While passing the wine to the young white man, he drank the glass of wine he just poured. Maybe he had been awake for too long. The taste is a bit astringent.

"You and Zoe know me very well, but you are actually more stubborn than Zoe. After the initial quarrel, she knew that she couldn't stop me from changing my mind, so she immediately sold all the assets under her name and bought LJ immediately. Selling shares. And you, I'm afraid you still think I'm going to change my mind at the last minute, don't you?"

The Caucasian youth looked down at the glass of wine in his hand and whispered, "Is there no room for maneuver?"

"You just asked me if I remember the quarrel between us, so do you still remember the sentence you said to me when you first joined the company?"

The white youth raised his head and looked at him fixedly.

A few seconds later, he suddenly pursed his lips, took a step back, bent down, and said very seriously: "If it were you, I just need to hear the decision you made. Your wish is mine. Decide……"

"So," the man patted him on the shoulder, helped him up, and looked at him with a smile in his eyes, "can't you trust me like you did before?"

The white young man shook his head, "I just feel that your handling this time is very unlike you. Even if you really want to go back to Korea, I believe you must have a better way to deal with it there."

"Of course I can."

The man shook his wine glass, and said something that stunned the young white man: "But I can't wait, I want to go back as soon as possible, I miss them, I miss her, I miss..."

The white youth seemed to finally understand something.

He lowered his head, and after a long time he let out a sigh of relief, raised his face and said solemnly to the man, "I still say the same thing, 'Your wish is my decision'."

Now, the two finally looked at each other and smiled.

"I helped you hide it from Zoe, she didn't know you were leaving. You should go back to that place today, right? What time did you book the plane?"

"I'll go there later..."

"Di-"

Just as the man was about to answer, a landline on the desk suddenly rang.

"Boss, Principal Catharine called you."

(End of this chapter)