To Shen Yibei, the road out the door always symbolized a business deal waiting to be sealed. If he couldn't even manage this, someone else would have taken his place long ago.
A few minutes later, several men walked up. The man leading the group radiated confidence, and as soon as he saw Shen Yibei, he immediately extended his hand: "President Yin."
"Hello, Qiao Si, please have a seat inside," Shen Yibei said.
He conversed with ease and humor, nothing like a man prone to fits of temper.
At exactly 11 p.m., the negotiations, which had lasted three hours, finally ended. After seeing the other party off,
Shen Yibei rubbed his temples and turned to head to the deck. Dressed in just a white shirt, he appeared extraordinarily soft under the nighttime glow.
Gazing at the night sea, the man seemed lost in thought.
"So many stars—it's like the queen's crown."
A burst of silly laughter broke out, jarringly loud in the stillness of the night.