"To be honest with you, this time it's really frustrating." Hua Qingyi couldn't help but frown, looking fierce.
"Hardley, that old miser, is famously stingy. Young Master Hua swindled him out of such a large sum right at the start. Not having someone take you out is already quite courteous." The woman struggled for a moment, not escaping Hassan's embrace, casting a resentful glance aside: "But your bodyguards were quite formidable, killing four of his men."
"There's an old saying in China: If people don't provoke me, I won't provoke them; if they provoke me, I will definitely retaliate."
"Exactly!" Hassan raised his cup and downed it in one go: "I know there's another saying in China: Strong dragons cannot overpower local snakes. Young Master Hua, the Middle East is not Huaxia. They don't care about your Chinese notions of courtesy. If things aren't agreeable, they pick up guns and fight; whoever wins, they listen to."
