A Thank You Letter

Pei Qian's hand trembled as he picked up his glass of red wine and took a sip. Finally, he calmed himself down.

Yes, why did it feel like he had been expecting this…?

He had been a victim of sudden attacks like that at the dinner table more than once now. It was almost as if he had built immunity against it.

Still, a veteran like Boss Pei would not give up fighting just like that.

It was no big deal to Boss Pei. There was still time to turn things around!

Pei Qian put his glass of red wine back down on the table. "Are you sure you're going to work together with those furniture shops and property developers?

"Aren't you going to consider it further?

"I don't think that plan sounds complete."

As for what exactly they should consider, Pei Qian was not sure either. Regardless, his primary concern was how to earn less money or how to avoid earning any money at all. He just could not find a suitable excuse.