Chapter 887 A Tumultuous Breakfast Meeting
Seeing that Figo, who had always been at odds with him, was played by Wu Tao in this way, and even suppressed it, Panis felt extremely happy.
I didn’t expect this guy to really have a trick.
In joy, Panis's original gesture of holding hands with Wu Tao, which kept a distance, immediately turned into a negative distance contact.
Although the Hampton Manor of the Morgan family is just one of the unimportant places to stay, the design and decoration inside are still extremely luxurious.
When Wu Tao walked inside, there was not much of the gloomy feeling of an ancient castle. Instead, there was a modern atmosphere that could be seen everywhere, making people feel relaxed and calm.
It's just that the villa is large enough, with many rooms, and the corridors and passages are so circuitous that ordinary people can't figure out the layout inside.
Wu Tao simply followed Panis.
Followed by the hateful and still arrogant Figo Morgan.
In the end, the three of them met Damon Morgan, Parnis's father and the actual controller of financial groups such as ****, who was dining in the restaurant.
This was a long square table that could accommodate about twenty people to dine together, but only Damon sat there.
Even so, Damon still sat upright, as if dining in public, with a napkin hanging around his neck, and ate slowly and slowly.
Seeing the three people coming in, Damon kept moving his hands and directly ordered: "Figo, Panis, come here and have breakfast together. As for the friend from afar, please sit down."
Figo and Panis walked over and sat on Damon's hands.
But Wu Tao had no choice, because the waiter next to him had already pulled out a chair for him, the chair opposite Damon.
This is a gesture of alienation.
It was obvious that the situation was very bad. Panis opened his mouth to say something, but was interrupted by Damon: "Eat."
Fortunately, this middle-aged man in his fifties has not forgotten the way to treat guests: "Pour the guest a glass of wine."
Wu Tao subconsciously puffed up his stomach. Well, I didn’t eat breakfast either. You didn’t ask me to ask for breakfast. Why did you ask me to drink?
As a result, the waiter came out quickly with a tray with a cup and a wine bottle.
It turned out to be red wine.
Wu Tao secretly breathed a sigh of relief. Since it was red wine, there was no hidden worry about drinking it on an empty stomach. At least his stomach could bear it.
However, when Panis looked at the bottle of red wine, his expression paled.
Wu Tao didn't know, but she knew it very well. It is one of Dimon's habits to entertain guests with red wine, but the specific type of red wine directly determines Dimon's attitude towards the guests.
The bottle in front of Wu Tao is a new wine produced in recent years. It lacks the flavor of aging, and there are a lot of them in the cellar.
Using this bottle of wine to entertain Wu Tao showed that Damon did not take his guest seriously.
The astringent aroma of wine washed against the wall of the cup, making a crisp flowing sound. The waiter poured a glass of red wine, and Wu Tao drank it in one gulp.
After drinking one glass, he realized that this glass of red wine tasted much worse than the glass of wine Panis had on the plane.
Even if he was not enlightened, he now understood the other party's intention.
Finally, when Wu Tao put down the cup, Damon put down the knife and fork on hand and said: "With the way you drink, no matter how good the wine is, it will be a waste. So, I really saw you right, Mr. Wu from China?"
Sure enough, the old man was waiting for him here, and Figo on the side even showed a gloating smile.
Wu Tao smiled slightly and argued that he had never been afraid of anyone. So he immediately retorted, "Old Mr. Morgan, it is precisely because I know that this red wine is of low grade that I drink it like this, so as not to destroy the taste memory of fine red wine on my tongue."
"...What's more, if it is really high-quality red wine, there is not even a decanter. Should I say that the Morgan family's hospitality is really terrible?"
Originally, this kind of bickering had little lethality. But in the ears of Damon Morgan, who considers himself a noble, it is extremely useful.
So the next moment, Damon waved his hand and said, "Exchange drinks for the guests."
The red wine was replaced again, complete with decanter and other items. Although there is no label, Wu Tao, a layman, can still tell that this bottle of red wine is of high quality.
However, this time, Wu Tao had no intention of drinking.
This was not because he was worried that Damon would get into another trap, but because he drank a glass of milk just now to keep some food in his stomach, so as not to watch the three people opposite eating breakfast and lose control of his saliva secretion.
The next moment, Damon allowed the waiter to take away the plate in front of him, took off the napkin from under his neck and wiped his hands with interest: "Mr. Wu, why didn't you drink this time?"
"Because I didn't come here to drink." Wu Tao answered simply.
"Oh, you reminded me." Damon looked at his watch as if he just remembered and said, "You have five minutes."
Wu Tao was stunned. What does it mean, give yourself five minutes to state your case, or convince him?
In fact, even Panis didn't know what to say at this time.
She was already uncertain about her father's temper, let alone now that she was specifically asking for advice.
Time passed by minute by second, and seeing the smile on Figo's face getting stronger and stronger, Wu Tao finally spoke.
"I am an engineer rather than an investor at heart, but I can enjoy working with Ms. Panis. I am very confident in the projects we are currently working with, and I also feel that Ms. Panis should be given more trust and capital."
"... After all, this is a win-win situation." Wu Tao spread his hands, "OK, I'm done."
On the premise of not being sure of the other party's intentions, if you say too much, you will be wrong, but you must say it.
So it is enough to express what you mean concisely.
As for the final result...
People like Damon are not easy to deal with at first glance, so the final result was not a surprise to Wu Tao.
"Thank you for saving me three minutes and twenty seconds, but I don't feel anything about your words. I even have to suspect that some of your recent business behaviors on Nasdaq are just a matter of luck."
"...So, I wish you good luck."
At this point, Figo's face was shining red with excitement. If it weren't for the presence of his father, he would have cheered on the spot. In comparison, Panis' pretty face looked more depressed, and she even lost her appetite for the full plate of sumptuous breakfast.
At this moment, a figure hurriedly walked in. Before the waiter could react, he pulled out a chair and sat on Wu Tao's left hand side: "Bring me a breakfast, thank you."
Damon, who was about to get up, suddenly stopped, while Figo and Panis were both stunned on the spot.
The most confused person was Wu Tao. Looking at this guy in front of him, he was confused. Who was this guy who looked like he was in his fifties or sixties, but was dressed in such a handsome manner that even Damon didn't dare to speak easily?
It wasn't until his eyes fell on the other person's gray hair that Wu Tao suddenly realized it. He pointed at the other person and said, "Isn't it possible? Are you the guy who just trimmed the flowers and plants at the door?"
"That's right!" The other party not only admitted generously, but also took the initiative to extend his hand and said: "Let's get to know each other again. I'm Jason, Uncle from Panis. I was at the door just now, and I didn't have time to thank you. Fortunately, I've caught up now, Isn’t it too late?”
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So delicious!