Ayman returned to the hotel.
Thinking about the feast tomorrow, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but moisten.
Then thinking of the host of the cuisine, Tang Qing, and what he had said, Ayman felt he should discuss it with his father; if he himself wasn't going to participate in the project, there was no need for his father to make an appearance there either.
He took out his phone.
After hesitating for a moment, Ayman dialed the number.
"Ayman, what is it?"
His father's voice came through quickly on the phone.
"Father, I spoke with Tang Qing today, and he expressed no interest in the oilfield project and is not planning to invest. The reason isn't clear for now, but his tone was very strange.
He said at the beginning, 'Not necessarily profitable,' and also mentioned, 'The oil reserves might not be that high,' advising me to be cautious. The more I thought about it on the way back, the more something felt off. He wasn't refusing without reason."
On the way back.
