Of course, his conditions are all good, and he is Young Master Qi. It is normal for an eldest young master to have his nostrils turned upward;
But this court was naturally flattering to its richer sponsors; or it might have been frightened by Yin Yijie's cold aura.
To put it bluntly, Xiao Qi is just a young man who is ignorant. Although some people are ignorant when they reach forty, he is especially ignorant.
So I looked at Lao Qi instead:
Wearing seemingly ordinary brand-name clothes and a suit, he feels more upright than Lao Hu; however, he still clearly feels that private enterprises are powerful.[
It’s not that I have to worship foreigners and prefer that everyone smells like sheep, but the smell of this kind of private enterprise often has the feeling of a local bully, with a little bit of Mom’s surname Qian.
Of course, Duan Qin's people are still a little bit ruffian;
Although it is far behind my dad ten years ago, it is still obvious.
I just looked at the two people quietly from the side and pretended that I didn't exist, or pretended that they didn't exist.
I slowly drank tea and ate snacks, and took a quick break. I had a meeting with my brother later, and there was a time difference in Europe.
In other words, I remained motionless, did not say hello to the two people who came in, and did not give them any looks, neither good nor bad;
I was just like watching a live drama, waiting for Yin Yijie's performance and the end of the scene.
Yin Yijie really didn't ask me to do anything. He was so cold... He didn't even let the other person sit down, and asked domineeringly from a sitting position:
"Lao Qi, you are also my uncle, how can you do such a thing?"
There was a hint of old love in Yin Yijie's tone, but it was more like the attitude of a young master in the family teaching an old slave, very cold and cool.
Lao Qi looked gloomy, squeezed his hands uneasily, and responded respectfully with what I guessed was a needle-hiding gesture:
"Young master should understand this, I have no choice but to do it.
The cosmetics company suddenly cut off all my sales. They used a fake contract to let me save so many raw materials, and they also asked me to compensate for quality issues...
My products are always made according to Mr. Duan’s instructions. How could there be quality issues?
If you want to take advantage of me because Mr. Duan is not here, then..."
"snort……"
Yin Yijie snorted coldly and let Lao Qi finish his words, but then pretended to cut off his words. A cold shout scared Xiao Qi to shrink his neck.