Lin Yu'an's eyebrows subtly lifted; he knew what was inevitable had finally arrived. He picked up a napkin, wiped his mouth, and then, unhurriedly, walked over to his desk, pressed the answer button, and turned on the speakerphone.
On the other end, an extremely earnest, even slightly humble, German-accented voice spoke in English: "May I speak to Mr. Lin Yu'an, please? I am Marcus Weber, Global Marketing Director of the Archaeopteryx brand. I apologize for intruding at this time."
"This is he." Lin Yu'an's voice was calm and steady. He pulled out a chair and sat down gracefully, as if simply addressing a routine business inquiry.
"Hello, Mr. Lin." Marcus spoke with great solemnity.
"First of all, on behalf of the Archaeopteryx brand, I offer the sincerest apologies for the erroneous information previously relayed to you through third-party channels. It was a foolish misjudgment based on outdated data and bureaucratic processes. We bear undeniable responsibility for it."
