"Mr. Si, thank you very much for your enthusiasm. I really don't have time. I have to rush back to prepare a report for my overseas boss to review. I also have some shipping documents to prepare. I'm sorry. I'll invite you and Mr. Wang when I have the chance."
Li Xiaoliang repeatedly refused meal requests, always at mealtimes. His behavior puzzled Simingda, who asked curiously, "Mr. Li, is your boss worried that you're taking kickbacks from me and giving the green light on quality issues?"
"Haha, Mr. Si, you're being too serious. That's not what I meant. I really don't have time."
Si Mingda was so experienced and cunning. Although Li Xiaoliang tried his best to find excuses to decline the dinner, he felt that this young man was deliberately refusing to get too close to him. His behavior was in stark contrast to that of other customers. Could it be that the "Wen Xun" behind him was so lethal?
Simingda smiled slyly and teased, "Boss Li, is Wen Xun so strict with you? He can't even have a meal with us? I know so many clients, and it seems that few are as unwilling to dine with us as you are. Young people, who doesn't like to go to a high-end restaurant for a big meal? I don't understand what you are afraid of. Did Wen Xun install a surveillance camera on you?"
"Haha, Mr. Si is really good at joking. Wen Xun is a very kind person. He never interferes with our interpersonal relationships. I really have a lot of work this afternoon. I promise that next time we have a chance to meet, I will definitely treat you and Mr. Wang to dinner. I mean what I say, but I really can't today. I'm sorry."
Li Xiaoliang was worried that Si Mingda would ask more and more questions. He was afraid that if he accidentally let something slip under his warm hospitality, he would be scolded by Gao Huai. So he quickly turned around and walked out: "Mr. Si, I'm sorry, I have to leave first. A supplier is waiting for my call to confirm the production progress. Let's make an appointment another day."
Seeing that Li Xiaoliang was determined not to stay for dinner, Simingda gave up. However, he was deeply curious about this young man. He seemed to be hiding something. Why was he so reluctant to eat with him? And that Wen Xun seemed so mysterious. He was always seen but not seen. Was he always abroad? Why didn't he sit with Rick at the last meeting?
A big question mark arose in Si Mingda's mind.
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