In the dimly lit lantern shop, Jiang Wangsun chuckled and slowly asked this question.
The candle in the room flickered, and the shadows of the two on the whitewashed wall twisted and distorted.
Zhao Douan smiled at the corners of his mouth, but his eyes squinted: "Can Mr. Jiang explain this?"
This was simply asking while knowing the answer.
Jiang Wangsun's meaning was simple: if Zhao Douan were truly confident, he wouldn't need to try to win him over to defect.
Zhao Douan certainly understood this principle; what he understood even more was that the two of them were taking a risk by sitting here because both had their own desires. Therefore, today's conversation was both a defection and a business deal.
Jiang Wangsun demanded to see him before committing fully because he needed to meet someone who could offer the right price.
In other words, Jiang Wangsun's purpose had always been simple: to sell himself at a high price.
