"So it really was you who did this." Flander loosened his tie slightly. "It seems I underestimated the Duanmu family. You own the entire street of business; even my Morgan family doesn't have that kind of audacity. The Duanmu family's foundation is truly not to be underestimated. And I underestimated you too. I thought you wouldn't be qualified to become my true opponent until ten years later, but I didn't expect you to be one now. I launched an attack without even understanding my opponent's strength; you deserve to lose!"

Duanmu Ci shook his head. "Now is not the time for flattery. No matter how much you say, I can't give you any discounts. The situation outside is very unfavorable for you. I'm sure Mr. Flander doesn't have much time to waste with me. I'm here to negotiate... to negotiate with you."

Seeing that he had opened up, Flander leaned forward, interlaced his fingers on the table, subtly creating an intimidating atmosphere. "What do you want?"

“Rare Club,” Duanmu Ci said directly. “The chairs in the management office are handmade by Italian artisans. They are very well made, and I find them very comfortable, so I don’t want to change seats.”

“No problem, the Duanmu family can still attend management meetings.” Flander agreed immediately, as this request was within his expectations.

"Also, the Hilton and Christian families can't leave!" Duanmu Ci pressed his advantage.

Flanders flatly refused, "No way! Only your family can stay, but if you're willing to leave, I'll agree to let the other two families stay. One for two, it's a good deal! Are you in?"

Flanders offered this suggestion with ill intent.

Duanmu Ci ignored his words and simply said, "The Hilton family and the Christian family also put in a lot of effort this time. Even if I wanted to let you off the hook, they would have to agree first."

They were discussing the future of the Hilton and Christian families with great enthusiasm, but not a single word was mentioned about the other two management names. Baker and Robert, those two fools who wanted to sit back and watch the show, had been completely abandoned. Neither Duanmu Ci nor Flander wanted to waste precious negotiation time on those two idiots.

It really ruins the atmosphere!

Duanmu Ci and Flander were arguing fiercely, with Flander being the more aggressive one. He even ripped off his tie and threw it on the ground because it was too restrictive around his neck and prevented him from shouting. Duanmu Ci, on the other hand, leaned back calmly in his soft chair, occasionally tilting his head to avoid the spittle flying towards him.

With half a bottle of whiskey nearly gone, Duanmu Ci suddenly said, "Let them become observers of the management committee."

"Observer?" Flander was about to get up and shout while leaning on the table when he heard this and was stunned.

"That's right, an observer!"

The term "observer" is also commonly used in many international organizations. Although observers have neither speaking nor voting rights and cannot participate in substantive discussions, they can obtain all meeting materials and can make formal recommendations. Observers can enjoy certain benefits and privileges of the organization while undertaking only minor obligations.

Duanmu Ciranging for the two families to become observers on the management committee was a compromise, making the Hilton and Christian families a somewhat informal management committee family. It was a good result, after all, Morgan's face wasn't so easy to slap, and Morgan's arrows weren't so easy to withstand.

Duanmu Ci created a new hierarchy between the management committee and ordinary members for these two companies, which is quite a fair reward for their efforts.

After thinking it over carefully and confirming that there were no traps involved, Flander nodded, "Okay!"

“But there’s one more thing,” Flander said, then suddenly remembered something. “Although the Magniient is nominally ours, you actually control it. If something happens to me again and you use it to threaten me, or even stage a strike, what am I supposed to do? This needs to be made clear!”

Duanmu Ci lowered his head in pain.

Flander had thought of this too. Are all kids these days raised on hormones? They're getting harder and harder to fool... (To be continued.)