"Let me be frank with you, if you get admitted to the University of Cambridge, I'll eat that axe on the spot!"
Having said that.
Mr. Thomson couldn't help but let out a long breath.
Now that I've said this much, Xu Yun should no longer insist on his ideas, right?
But to his surprise.
The Xu Yun opposite did not make any response but reached into the inner pocket of his chest and took out something, handing it to him:
"Mr. Thomson, take a look at this."
"?"
Thomson was slightly taken aback and instinctively took what Xu Yun handed over.
It was a neatly folded letter paper, looking quite ordinary, even without an envelope to serve as a protective shell.
Could it be a recommendation letter from some professor in the Netherlands?
Or a check from the Bank of England, and Xu Yun intends to bribe me with it?
With a myriad of questions.
Thomson unfolded the letter and instinctively read the opening words aloud:
"Dear Mr. Feiyu..."
