Jasmine Yale didn't think much of it: "Since it's an important issue and involves a professional field, it's not appropriate for you to discuss it with the other company's president on the golf course tomorrow, is it?"
"When did my work become your business to meddle in, huh?" Sylvan Cheney's face was displeased, "Are you the president or am I the president?"
"I'm in the secretarial department, I don't understand professional things either, but I know, since it's a collaboration, we should show sincerity. You're not in scientific research, even if you know a lot about core chips, you wouldn't know more than TR Institute's people, instead you might appear unprofessional to them. I think... it's better to discuss cooperation in the field you're good at, oh, even if it's just playing golf, that would be fine."
"Are you lecturing me?"
"No, I just think Sunday is a great time for golf."
"Noisy."
In the quiet office, Jasmine Yale spoke a lot, while Sylvan Cheney spoke little.
