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Haha! I wonder what makes him think that Redwood Capital will finance a business that is failing with hundreds of
billions.
At that instant, Lenard really wanted to see who the other party was.
So, he said, “Fine. Send him in.”
All right, then.
To be honest, the receptionist had no idea why Lenard would bother to meet the man who was standing in front of
her at the moment.
I hope Mr. Wayne doesn't really buy his story. There's no way a man like him can afford to talk about such a huge
deal. It's so strange.
After containing her emotions, the receptionist told Zeke, “Sir, Mr. Wayne from the investment department would
like to see you. You can go ahead right now.”
Zeke responded with a polite smile. “Thank you.”
“Mr. Wayne's office is located upstairs in Room 308. By the way, Mr. Wayne isn't in the best of moods. It will be
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtbetter for you to be more accommodating.”
To that, Zeke responded, “Thank you for the reminder. But I doubt he has the right to show his temper in front of
me.”
Pfft!
The receptionist burst out laughing.
This fellow actually thinks he is a boss who is worth billions. How dare he say that Mr. Wayne has no right to throw
his temper at him? Given the way he dresses, he should be thanking his lucky star that he gets to meet Mr. Wayne.
Once again, the receptionist caught herself as she lost control of her behavior. She quickly returned to her dignified
self.
Zeke arrived at Room 308 and knocked on the door.
However, there was no response.
Zeke knocked again. Yet, silence ensued once more.
It was only when Zeke knocked on the door for the fourth time that there was a lazy response. “Come in.”
Zeke pushed the door open and walked in.
He saw a middle-aged man practicing calligraphy. When he walked in, the man did not even look up.
Zeke smiled coldly.
Earlier on, he had had to knock on the door so many times before he received a response. That was when he
decided to demote that middle-aged man.
Now that Zeke was in the room, the man did not even bother to cast a glance at him. It was a typical case of
dereliction of duty.
A parasite like him had to be thrown out of the company.
The company culture of Redwood Capital was really lacking.
Zeke ignored Lenard and sat down on the couch instead.
After a few minutes, there was still no response from Lenard. Zeke was out of patience. He remarked coldly, “Mr.
Wayne, is this your working style at Redwood Capital?”
Lenard stopped writing and threw his pen on the floor. He glared at Zeke and yelled, “B*stard! How dare you
interrupt me! Don't you know that one needs to be in an ideal condition when doing calligraphy? The moment you
spoke, you disrupted me and caused my calligraphy to lose its soul. You deserve to die!”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmZeke chuckled. “Mr. Wayne, you are quite a big deal yourself, aren't you? All I did was disrupt your calligraphy, and
you want me dead? Even the ancient emperors wouldn't have been so unreasonable.”
Lenard eyed Zeke with disdain. “Why? Do you think I'm not capable enough?”
“I'm sorry, but I honestly don't think you have the ability to do that,” retorted Zeke.
Fine!
Lenard laughed out loud. “Well, then. Go back and wait. In ten days' time, you will know what I'm capable of.”
“I can't go yet. I have yet to state my intention of coming here.”
Lenard glanced at Zeke and asked, “Are you Zeke Williams from Linton Group?”
Zeke nodded. “That's right.”
“Well, then. I know why you are here. You want Redwood Capital to tide Linton Group over, right?”
“That's right.”
“Hah! You must be dreaming. Don't even think about it! Now that Linton Group is near the end of the road, there is
no way your company can make it unless Redwood Capital pumps in hundreds of billions. Instead of doing that,
Redwood Capital can always build another Linton Group on its own! Only a fool will do something that doesn't
benefit Redwood Capital.”
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