Wen Yan had, in a very down‑to‑earth way, added a whole bunch of notes and warnings; whatever flaws there were, whatever consequences practicing this boxing would bring, he'd spelled them out crystal clear.
He parked the matter for now; as things stood, this guy was either stupid or malicious.
If he just wanted to grab a soft persimmon to squeeze, use this as a pretext to talk about his own issues, and then actually came over to do the exchange, that only proved the guy was dumb.
If from the very beginning he'd been planning to use this kind of occasion to hoist Fuyu Mountain up as the spearhead, so he could achieve his own goals, then this person was malicious.
Taking advantage of the fact that the afternoon meeting hadn't started yet, Wen Yan decided to first look up this man's detailed profile.
He'd skimmed it casually before, just to confirm the background, and knew that more or less, the guy wasn't exactly on friendly terms with him.
