"I have no doubt about your sincerity, Mr. Song. Let me put it this way, the person auctioning off this horse head is a foreigner. I know you're angry when you hear this, and so am I. But we have business to conduct, and the horse head needs to be welcomed back. Wouldn't you agree?"
Zhao Lu lit a cigarette and spoke slowly, "There are some things I've been holding in my heart that I can't say. I'm worried, too. If anything goes wrong with this auction, I'm the damned culprit!"
"Mr. Zhao, it's not that outrageous."
Song Yun said consolingly, "Everyone has their own skills. As long as we work together, I can't believe anyone would blame you."
"Mr. Song! With your words, I feel reassured. All I hope is that you can speak a few words for me in front of old Mr. Ouyang. After all, whoever takes on this task is handling a hot potato. But if we don't take it, and it ends up at an international auction, then we'll be severely exploited by our own people!"
