Playing companies like a stack of cards, tormenting people ruthlessly, and taking a dozen girls on yacht parties—that was him, and still, Temir, that crazy bitch, showed up intimately at his own wedding.
How provocative is CEO Cheng's life?
Even Gru felt a bit inferior to that level of swagger!
In the eyes of top corrupt cops, CEO Cheng was a clever, lucky, and shamelessly bold asshole, but also versatile enough to fart under the covers—he could do it all.
Today this asshole beat around the bush so much, he mocked and yet gently shifted the topic.
How is that different from a scumbag who says he'll just rub but ends up rubbing for half an hour?
"Cheng, I'm not interested in any of your little games, but I do want to hear what you think of me."
If he's wrong, he admits it; if there might be a problem, Gru asks about it.
He can humble himself, but if CEO Cheng can't pull off something clever, he's going to let CEO Cheng understand why flowers are so red.
Little games?
