Business Club.
Finn Wilson was flipping through a letter of intent, his smile carrying a hint of mockery. The middle-aged man across from him broke out in a cold sweat. Despite the fact that the head of the Wilson Group always seemed cheerful, he was actually a cunning fox, and if one wasn't careful, they could easily fall into his trap.
Every word spoken was carefully considered and carefully reconsidered.
"Mr. Wilson..." The middle-aged man quietly wiped his sweat, ready to speak, when Finn Wilson's assistant came in with something important. The middle-aged man wisely closed his mouth.
The assistant whispered a few words to Finn Wilson. Although Finn's expression remained unchanged, the middle-aged man sensed that his mood was not good.
Ten minutes later, having signed the contract and left the business club, Finn Wilson's face turned solemn.
"Tell me specifically, what's going on?"
