The Dumbfounded Lance

"I'm sorry, our CEO doesn't drink."

As An Ya's assistant, Ai Jinqi tried to help her.

"Miss An Ya, you have to understand that you must compromise if you want North Qiong Corp to enter the European and the American markets. I just want you to drink a glass of wine, but some others want to swallow the entire North Qiong Corp. Which one would you choose?"

Eddie was still holding the glass, staring at An Ya.

There was a hint of struggle in An Ya's eyes. A glass of wine was indeed nothing compared to the development of the corporation. Besides, not even pure alcohol would intoxicate her since she had reached a certain level of cultivation.

"Alright…"

When An Ya was about to agree, Chen Fan suddenly said, "Forget about it. They'll come and beg us to sell them our product in the future," Chen Fan said confidently.