"Makes sense." Li Songhua nodded and said, "If you accepted right away, I'd actually find it strange. You go back and think it over. If you want to develop in Fukuoka, you must depend on me. Otherwise, you won't survive."
"Why?" Lin Chuan asked sharply.
"How can a tiger rest peacefully beside my bed?" Li Songhua looked at Lin Chuan with deep meaning. Lin Chuan frowned; it seemed his presence had made Li Songhua feel hostility.
"I understand." Lin Chuan smiled and said, "Mr. Li, rest assured, I have no intention of being presumptuous. I am a straightforward person: I won't make trouble unless someone troubles me, but if someone does, I will nip it in the bud."
Li Songhua gently placed his cup down, his eyes fixed on the pot on the coffee table, and said, "Lin Chuan, you may choose not to follow me. However, there is an ancient saying in Japan: One Chinese is a dragon, but three Chinese make a worm. I hope you understand its meaning."
"I understand." Lin Chuan nodded.
