After concluding their discussion with Liang Jinyu about the employment contract, Lu Ang and Bell deliberately shifted the conversation towards Xu Que. They then suggested a private discussion with him, using the contract as an excuse.
Liang Jinyu and Shen Mengchu exchanged a glance, feigning hesitation, but after briefly reviewing the contract, they reluctantly agreed to Lu Ang and Bell's request.
Seeing that the other party had reluctantly accepted their offer, Lu Ang and Bell didn't dwell on it. After all, their goal had been to gather additional information during their long conversation.
Lu Ang quickly opened his phone, found Kate's contact, and sent her a message.
If the Sky Abyss had not descended, Lu Ang and Bell might have been the best intelligence spies. However, in this era of the Sky Abyss, intelligence gathering held little value. Only power could set the rules!
As the elevator door opened, the two men immediately donned their smiles.
"Oh, Xu Que, how have you been lately?" Bell asked enthusiastically.
Xu Que, casting aside the hammer he had been holding, poured the recently smelted molten iron into a mold.
"Do I look like I'm doing well?" he responded, clearly irritated.
Despite Xu Que's evident displeasure, Lu Ang and Bell's smiles remained unchanged. To them, their scheme was sure to succeed, for who would want to associate with a filthy blacksmith?
"Don't worry, Xu Que, you'll be heading to Y Country tomorrow. We'll introduce you to more beautiful women," Lu Ang smiled.
"Really?" Xu Que threw down his tools and looked directly at Lu Ang and Bell.
"Of course," Lu Ang responded nonchalantly. "We guarantee that when you go to Y Country, your resources will double."
Xu Que scratched his chin, pretending to hesitate. "But... don't they have top-tier beauties there?"
Lu Ang and Bell exchanged a look, and disdain flashed in their eyes. However, they quickly concealed their thoughts; they still had to play the role of the courteous, benevolent men in front of Xu Que.
"Rest assured," Lu Ang smiled, "as long as you're willing to work for us, we'll make sure you have all the beautiful women and wealth you desire."
"Yes," Bell added, "even those more beautiful than the top-tier ones exist in Y Country."
Lu Ang seemed to remember something and hastily added, "Isn't there a famous saying in Z Country? When you have money, what kind of women can't you have?"
Xu Que rolled his eyes inwardly. Was this really some ancient wisdom? It sounded more like a crude reflection of reality. But… it seemed there was some truth to it.
Had he not been reborn, he might have been fooled by this toxic mindset.
But alas, he was a reborn man!
As Xu Que pondered how to pry open their mouths, he suddenly heard Murong Xuann'er's voice in his ear.
"Big Brother, do you really understand the art of conversation? With the way you're freezing up, how do you plan to get them to talk?"
Xu Que tightened his grip on the tongs and smiled as he turned his attention back to Lu Ang and Bell.
He really wanted to rush down to the basement and knock Murong Xuann'er's head off. What did she mean by saying he didn't understand how to extract information? He hadn't even started yet! And besides, hadn't they just painted him a big picture of beauty? Wasn't it time to indulge in it a little?
Before Xu Que could vent his frustration internally, Murong Xuann'er's voice rang out again: "You need to be skilled in using polite language, show interest in what they say, and listen attentively."
"Alright, just listen," she said with a tone of emphasis. "Lu Ang seems to understand Z Country's ancient literature, and he appears to have a deep understanding of the Z Country people..."
Upon hearing this, Xu Que smiled and responded, "It seems Mr. Lu Ang truly understands Z Country's ancient literature and has profound knowledge of our people. I never imagined that after all these years, I would finally meet such a distinguished teacher."
"Ah, dear Mr. Xu Que," Lu Ang smiled, "I didn't expect my words to have such an effect on you. It seems you're quite suited to living in our Y Country."
Xu Que was somewhat astonished. Could it be that flattery worked this well, even when it was delivered so politely?
"You need to act cheerful now and show that you're willing to leave with them. But you must also pretend to be reluctant. Understand?" Murong Xuann'er's voice came again.
Hearing her instructions, Xu Que couldn't help but feel that he should have paid more attention when he selected his courses during his previous life. After all, the art of conversation was indeed a subtle science.
Following Murong Xuann'er's advice, Xu Que soon became adept at joining the conversation with Lu Ang and Bell. They discussed the scenery of Y Country, followed by talk of beautiful women, and then fine wine.
Meanwhile, in the basement, Liang Jinyu and Shen Mengchu exchanged glances and shook their heads. They had just witnessed what true "green tea" looked like.
While both of them had encountered their fair share of "green tea" types, they had never seen someone so skilled in the art, someone like Murong Xuann'er—she truly was a master.
Impressive? Absolutely!
The ability to blend in and adapt to any environment was one of the hallmarks of the "green tea" type.
"Gradually steer the conversation towards religion, then pivot to the topic of God," Murong Xuann'er's voice came through Xu Que's earpiece.
Finally, Xu Que thought, we're getting to the main event.
With a casual tone, he asked, "Mr. Bell, do you follow any particular religion?"
"No," Bell smiled, "I'm just an ordinary businessman."
Lu Ang, ever the opportunist, asked cautiously, "Mr. Xu Que, do you follow any particular faith?"
"Of course," Xu Que said, pretending to think deeply. "God said He would give me countless beautiful women."
Bell and Lu Ang's expressions darkened slightly. They hadn't expected the conversation to take this turn.
Just as Xu Que was preparing to steer the conversation further, Murong Xuann'er's voice cut in again: "Are you an idiot? I told you to steer the conversation, not to open the lid directly."
"Quick, say it— I only believe in one God, who is formless and eternal."
Xu Que couldn't help but sigh. He wasn't sure why this was important, but he quickly complied.
To his astonishment, as soon as he finished speaking, the stern expressions on the faces of Lu Ang and Bell disappeared.
"Interesting," Lu Ang smiled. "It seems that Mr. Xu's beliefs align with ours."
Just as Xu Que prepared to continue, Murong Xuann'er immediately added: "Tell them it's different. Your God never told me to treat you as a friend."
Xu Que followed her instructions and, much to his surprise, Lu Ang and Bell exchanged knowing smiles. They hadn't expected Xu Que to share the same beliefs as them.
"Xu," Bell smiled, "you might just have some of our Jewish blood in you."
Xu Que said nothing, but relaxed his shoulders, playing along.
"Once you arrive in Y Country, you'll receive things you never expected," Lu Ang said, standing up and extending his hand.
Xu Que was a little confused, not sure what to make of it. Just as he was about to rise and shake hands, his phone rang.
"Sorry," Xu Que smiled, then moved aside to answer the call.
Seeing the message, he quickly opened it. It contained only one line of text: "Pretend to take a call!"
Realizing it was another prompt from Murong Xuann'er, Xu Que immediately held the phone to his ear.
At the same time, Murong Xuann'er's voice rang in his ear: "If he extends his hand, remember to remove your gloves, lean forward no more than fifteen degrees, and make sure to maintain eye contact."
Xu Que couldn't help but think, "Why do these Jewish people have so many formalities?"
"Alright, I understand," Xu Que said. "Tonight, I'll have the gear you need ready."
After hanging up, Xu Que smiled and said, "Sorry, it was Miss Shen's call."
"No problem," Lu Ang smiled, extending his hand again.