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Afterward, Mr. Meng stood up with his wine glass and walked over to Liou Rumei.

"Mr. Liou, we can set this matter aside for now. Let me toast to you first."

Ren Feng squinted slightly. This Mr. Meng really is restless, even now thinking of taking advantage of Liou Rumei?

Liou Rumei smiled slightly, also raising her glass, "To Mr. Meng."

Ren Feng raised his glass as well, and the three of them drank together.

"Mr. Liou, you really have amazing skin." Mr. Meng smiled slightly, glancing over the white, delicate back of Liou Rumei's hand.

"Mr. Meng is very wise and composed. I'm curious, what are your true thoughts?"

Liou Rumei asked with a smile.

"Well..." Mr. Meng chuckled and returned to his chair, quickly considering his approach internally on how to get Liou Rumei into bed.

"I believe Mr. Liou's product is a good product, meeting the standards for retail sales. But as you know, this involves many aspects, and my opinion is only for reference."

Mr. Meng said with a chuckle, "Of course, if Mr. Liou is willing to make some sacrifices, I think there's still a chance."

As he mentioned sacrifices, Mr. Meng emphasized it deliberately, his face meaningful.

"Mr. Meng, what do you mean by sacrifices?" Liou Rumei smiled, "Do you mean I need to make concessions in the contract?"

"Not really that, it's more... hard for me to explain right now. How about this, we'll talk more after dinner." Mr. Meng chuckled, "If your boyfriend has things to do, he can leave first."

"Mr. Meng, my boyfriend really doesn't have anything on," Liou Rumei said with a smile.

"Oh, don't force it, if there is something, he can leave first. Otherwise, I'm afraid this contract won't be concluded." Mr. Meng said with a smile.

The meaning was clear enough, practically trying to send him away right in front of her, while planning to get Liou Rumei into bed, and using the contract as a threat. Had it been other executives and men, they might indeed fall for it.

Ren Feng raised an eyebrow. I thought you wouldn't expose your true intentions, but since you did, don't blame me.

Liou Rumei smiled at Ren Feng, but her gaze had a hint of inquiry: What should we do?

The dilemma was not offending Mr. Meng, otherwise Liou Rumei had a thousand ways to deal with him.

But if you play tricks, if the other party signs the contract but then regrets it, the contract is useless.

To make the other party willingly sign a contract, how difficult is that?

Mr. Meng lightly sipped his wine, smiling as he looked at Ren Feng.

And Ren Feng also stood up with a broad smile, "Oh, what a pity, I actually have a small matter to attend to. I wanted to have a good discussion with Mr. Meng, but it seems it's not going to happen."

Right on cue, Mr. Meng laughed inwardly.

But just then, when Ren Feng stood up to leave, he said gravely, "Mr. Meng, actually you also have a matter. To be frank, mine is relatively minor, but yours is a big matter. If left unresolved, it's life-threatening."

After saying this, Ren Feng sighed heavily and turned to leave.

Mr. Meng froze, his face suddenly displeased, who curses someone like that?

And at that moment, Ren Feng kept turning back, sighing deeply, "Mr. Meng, after dinner, you really should go to the hospital for a check-up. Otherwise, if you delay, I'm afraid it will be too late."