"So, yeah, I just like him for his looks. That's why I'm willing to be his humble assistant."
Zhang Te put particular emphasis on 'humble,' mimicking the word the other person had just used.
The person at the other end of the line had tried repeatedly to manipulate Zhang Te, only to be cut off each time, growing gradually impatient. When they spoke again, their voice held a hint of anger. "Mr. Zhang, I always follow rules in my business: courtesy before force... "
Zhang Te cut him off before he could finish. Tossing his fork onto the table, he said, "Just skip to the force part!"
The person on the phone: "......If Mr. Zhang won't appreciate friendly gestures and prefers penalties instead, well, I... "
"Hold on, let me clarify something: I only take wine that I fancy, whether it's a toast or a forfeit, nobody can force me to drink something that I don't want." Zhang Te interrupted the other person once again.
