Formal business negotiations certainly have formal etiquette, and an old hand like Nie Ting would never make a mistake in this regard.
The next morning, the same four business cars came to pick up Nie Ting and others for the negotiation venue; however, this time they were not heading to the American Airlines Company but to a mansion in the suburbs of New York.
The mansion was luxurious, so luxurious it resembled a park, a type of private estate rarely found in China, with tens of thousands of square meters of lawn, beautiful fountains; from these scenes, Nie Ting sensed the aura of money.
When they arrived, three people were playing polo on the lawn, robust horses galloping across the grass, occasionally flipping up clods of turf.
As the vehicles entered, the three riders reined in their horses. As Nie Ting got out of the car, someone greeted him first, "Welcome to Brown Mansion, I'm George Brown."
