"The spicy hotpots. The hangover soups you brew for the elders. They are a revolutionary asset. A market disrupter. I have been analyzing your yield, and the potential for a continental monopoly is staggering."
He leaned his face so close that his spectacles almost brushed against her cheek.
"But I do not just want a monopoly on the soup, brother Ji'an," Shiru whispered, his breath fanning across her ear, heavy with dark, double meanings. "I want an exclusive contract. A... total merger. I want to liquidate the boundaries between us and acquire every single asset you possess, until you are entirely, exclusively operating under my conglomerate."
He smiled, a dark, obsessive curve of his lips. "Why waste your talents feeding golden retrievers like Zhiwei, when you could be yielding dividends solely for me? Sign the contract, brother Ji'an. Let me take over. I'll pay the price for your life, hmm?"
The dialogue was smooth.
The delivery was impeccable.
