Because he had this in mind, Uncle Mori asked about the price indirectly, so that he could simply leave the money behind before leaving.
This approach preserves the other party's face while also helping them minimize their losses.
"You flatter me," Uncle Mori said with a smile. "I'm just an ordinary person, not as good as you make me out to be, Mr. Tamagawa."
“No need to be modest. Excessive modesty will only make you seem hypocritical. By the way, Mr. Mori, it’s probably almost time for dinner. May I take a picture with you first?” Tamagawa Joji said. “If that’s alright, I’ll go get the camera first.”
"When in Rome, do as the Romans do."
"Alright, Mr. Mori, please have some tea here. I'll go get the camera."
...
Looking at Tamagawa Joji walking out of the reception room, Ai said, "This person seems to be someone special."
“This guy is definitely not simple. He runs a shop but doesn’t make any money. How can he be simple?” Guangyou smiled. “This kind of person either comes from a wealthy family or is mentally ill.”
"That's not the problem. I feel like I've seen him somewhere before." Ai frowned and thought for a moment. "But I can't remember."
"Then don't think about it." Guangyou took her hand. "Maybe he's a senior executive of some conglomerate, and he often appears in the media because of his work."
"Mmm." Ai smiled slightly, feeling the warmth from Kouyu's hand. "Then let's not think about it. Even if there are problems, you'll protect me, right?"
Upon hearing this, Guangyou smiled faintly: "That goes without saying."
...
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