Chen Yuanyuan's face was a mix of shock as he stared at his business card, which had been pushed back at him, and then at Liu Zhizhong.
After a long pause, he slammed his hand on the table and roared, "Liu Zhizhong, are you fucking rejecting me without giving face? What gives you the right to refuse me?"
Liu Zhizhong remained unusually calm, "The Yangjiang Chinese Mud Catfish and Yangjiang Chinese Turtle that weigh over ten pounds are really not easy to get, I can't promise to supply them regularly to Mr. Chen, how can I not refuse? Or should I go buy some fake stuff to deceive you? You have a national top chef, could I even deceive him?"
"But... but how hard is it for you to accept my business card? You're just a petty secretary, don't you have things you need my help with? Do you know how many people in Hu Yang Province want to seek my help and can't?"
"But I'm asking you, can you manage that? With this attitude, would you even handle things for me?"
Chen Yuanyuan: "..."
