Having made up his mind, Gustavo Flint prepared to speak and refuse, but he heard his assistant shouting loudly, "No, I refuse! I will not sell my soul. Why does he get to decide? I will sell this old man's soul!"
Gustavo Flint looked at the young assistant in shock. He had never expected this usually obedient and docile young man to say such a thing. He had already decided to use a slave instead, yet the young man couldn't even wait that long?
Parurier, laughing heartily, said, "Look at this interesting child. You must have been very anxious just now, not knowing whether that old man's first words would be a refusal or an acceptance, so you had to refuse before he could speak, right?
"Oh dear, you can bow and scrape for a career, and for survival, you throw your prospects away. Very decisive indeed! Unfortunately, you guessed wrong; this old man was going to refuse the deal. Look at yourself; you really should take a look in the mirror, your expression right now is priceless."
