A melodious music was accompanying every guest in the first-class restaurant.
A waiter was holding a plate with three different bottles of wine and went to serve the three middle-aged men in one of the tables.
Yi An, a man with a big stomach, who was slicing a beef steak talked.
"I'm telling you, its a solid information. ArtWorld will be gone for sure. The Xiong Empire is concealing this news to us."
The short man with eyeglasses on Yi An's left, Er Bing, who helped the waiter which wine to pour on whose glass, spoke.
"Then when are we planning to back out? We should not back out too soon or too late. If we back out as early as now, the Xiong Empire might take it against us and maybe pinned to us that we're the reason why ArtWorld will not be built. And if it's too late, we will be in disadvantages." Yi An said what he sincerely thought.
