Yi Feng frowned, casting a meaningful glance at Mao Lin.
"Oh, Mr. Yi, there's no need to be polite." Seeing that Yi Feng seemed to be taken aback, Mao Lin puffed up his chest and said, "Although a thousand gold coins are indeed quite a lot, you don't need to feel burdened. This is my apology to you. Just accept it directly."
Upon hearing this, Yi Feng's emotions deepened, and he straightforwardly said, "President Mao, just say what you came for!"
"Cough, then I'll just say it."
Coughing, Mao Lin smiled awkwardly, "Mr. Yi, to be honest, after you left that day, I thought it over. Now is the era of cultural revival, which coincides with the development of our trading company. So, I plan to continue cooperating with you, using the power of the trading company to fully support the publication of your books."
Yi Feng's gaze slightly moved.
He instantly understood Mao Lin's purpose. It seemed that Mao Lin had sensed that his "Supreme Treasure" could bring benefits to the Pingjiang Trading Company. Indeed, it was a case of the fox coming to the door with ill intentions!
This old sly fox!
Unable to help it, Yi Feng raised the corners of his mouth, asking, "President Mao, you've come straight to the point. However, when you told me the other day, you said that publishing books doesn't bring much profit. So, I think President Mao should prioritize the interests of the trading company."
Mao Lin, feeling awkwardly cornered, quickly explained, "You see, I misspoke that day. How could Mr. Yi take my nonsense seriously? I believe that Mr. Yi is definitely not a petty person."
"No, I do take President Mao's words seriously." Yi Feng raised an eyebrow, speaking frankly, "And I, Yi Feng, am indeed a petty person."
"You..."
"What do you mean?"
Yi Feng's words irritated Mao Lin to the extreme. With a face full of frustration, he said, "What do you mean by this? Do you really think that our trading company can't do without you? Let me tell you, if you don't cooperate with our trading company, do you think your books will sell for much money?"
"Well, since your trading company can't do without me, that's even better." Yi Feng sneered, turned around, and walked away, waving his hand, "Then please leave!"
"No, no, no."
This sentence from Yi Feng nearly broke Mao Lin's heart. Originally, he wanted to provoke Yi Feng a bit, but he didn't expect him not to buy it at all. With a face full of smiles, Mao Lin stopped Yi Feng.
"Why, President Mao, are you going to keep pestering me? You really like to talk and talk, don't you?" Yi Feng asked coldly.