He and I were both sitting in the back seat, and I opened a third of the window, and the cold wind blew in, and I suddenly became much more sober.

The interior of the car was quiet, only the low hum of the engine, and the atmosphere was slightly awkward. I found a topic: "Mr. Gu, can I ask, why did you directly agree to Mike's request for the amount of shares just now?"

He spoke slowly: "I have known Mike for many years, I know his personality and style of doing things, and when he proposed a share, I knew that was his bottom line. I left room for the initial proposal, and his request was within my acceptable range. Negotiation is not about making the other party lose, but about making the other party feel like winning. Don't show your hole cards as a last resort. ”

I was very taught, thought about it, and asked another question: "How do you have their North American sales data and warehousing data?"

He glanced at me, his eyes determined and awe-inspiring: "I never fight unprepared battles. ”

The domineering and powerful aura that naturally exudes from him seems to remind me at any time that this is a man in a high position and with a prominent background.

I didn't say anything more, and looked out the car window, and the tall buildings in front of me were one after the other, towering into the sky, so that people could not see the end at a glance. Soon arrived at the door of my apartment. I opened the door and got out of the car, and just wanted to say goodbye to him, but I saw that he also got out of the car, and said to me, "I'll take you downstairs, you just drank a little too much." The tone is still light, but there seems to be indescribable gentleness.

"No, no, I'm fine, you can go back. "I was busy shirking it.

"Let's go. "He's taken the lead, and his attitude can't be refused, and his occasional tenderness makes me almost forget that this is a man who stands on the top of the mountain.

The alarm bell rang in my head again, and somehow the realization made me feel a little low, and I kept my head down and didn't speak, counting the steps I took to my apartment.

"Be careful!" Suddenly, he yelled and pulled me so hard that I couldn't react for a moment, and my nose hit his chin so hard that tears were about to fall. After the soreness had passed, I looked up and saw that it was a motorcycle speeding by.

"Are you alright, did you hurt anything?" he grabbed my arms nervously, looking a little flustered.

"No, I'm fine. "He grabbed my arm a little harder, and I felt my heart beat up.

He was visibly relieved when I finished speaking, but suddenly frowned, and then looked at the back of his left hand.

The back of his hand was bleeding! Probably scraped by a motorcycle. I nervously grabbed his forearm, and the alarm bells were gone.

"You're bleeding, go to the hospital and deal with it!" I said urgently.

I panicked now, but he calmed down: "Small wounds, it doesn't matter." ”

"Let's go to the hospital to deal with it, the wound is easy to get infected. "I insisted on persuasion.

He frowned tightly before he said, "I don't like to go to the hospital." ”

Listening to his somewhat childish tone, I was anxious and helpless, thought for a while, and said, "Then you go to my house, I have a medicine box there." ”

"Well, good. This time he didn't refuse.

I gently held his arm, as if holding on to some fragile object, forgetting that he was only hurting the back of his hand, not his leg, and it was not practical to walk with him. He was also at my mercy, and the light was dim, so I couldn't see his face clearly, and his expression seemed to look a little pleasant.