"My boss said that it's rare to see President Yin get put in his place, so every chance counts! That's why I'm here!" Rona Muir replied with a laugh.
Charles Yin shook his head speechlessly.
Max Mo's gentle gaze landed on Cecilia Gu.
Even though he hadn't seen her all night, it felt like ages had passed.
Charles Yin noticed Max Mo sizing up Cecilia Gu and immediately felt displeased. "President Mo, do you know my wife?"
Cecilia Gu was taken aback.
This was the first time Charles Yin had acknowledged her identity to an outsider. Hadn't he always kept it a secret?
Max Mo was also slightly startled, but quickly pretended not to know anything and smiled gently. "So this is Mrs. Yin. She looks exactly like an old friend of mine."
Max Mo hadn't expected Charles Yin to reveal his status right at the start—was this meant to intimidate him?
But so what if she's Charles Yin's wife?
He'd already investigated last night and found out that Cecilia Gu only married Charles Yin because of that child who came into the world by accident.
Not only was there no love between them, but they'd even had an incident where Cecilia tried to run away from the wedding.
If Charles Yin hadn't forced her, Cecilia Gu might never have married him.
And if Cecilia Gu really was the angel Nora Yun sent to him, he definitely wouldn't let her go.
Since Charles Yin had made his move, there was no reason for Max Mo to back down. He spoke up and laid everything on the table.
Of the four people present, everyone except Cecilia Gu was a master at reading people.
To an ordinary person, a single sentence might mean just one thing. But to these three, it could have a hundred different meanings.
Charles Yin glanced at Cecilia Gu. "Sit next to me."
Cecilia Gu thought about it. As Charles Yin's assistant team leader, it made sense to sit next to him, so she obediently sat down beside him.
But to everyone else, her action meant something entirely different.
To Max Mo, this was Charles Yin warning him: Cecilia Gu isn't Nora Yun—she's my wife, so you'd better watch yourself.
But in Max Mo's eyes, it looked like Cecilia Gu was giving in to Charles Yin's threat and had no choice but to obey him.
And to Rona Muir, it had already turned into a dramatic love triangle worthy of a soap opera.
Max Mo really was a match for Charles Yin—he didn't care about winning or losing in the moment. After thinking it over, he said, "President Yin, what do you think of my proposal?"
Charles Yin's eyes narrowed instantly, his gaze sharp and scrutinizing. "President Mo, you really know how to joke! The Yin family's roots aren't in Newport City, and if you partner with me, the Mo Family might end up at a disadvantage."
"Doesn't matter. I can afford the loss," Max Mo replied calmly, meeting Charles Yin's gaze head-on.
"Since President Mo put it that way, if I refused, I'd look petty," Charles Yin chuckled. "But the Yin family can afford the loss too."
Just this morning, Grandma Yin called. As soon as he picked up, her first words were to make sure he built a good relationship with Max Mo—this was a golden opportunity to get involved in domestic energy!
Max Mo was the rising star these days.
The project he's working on now is rumored to have some powerful backing.
With that kind of support, it's no wonder he was so confident.
Countless people wanted to hitch a ride on Max Mo's coattails, but it wasn't that easy.
Not just anyone could meet the Mo Family.
While everyone else was still watching and waiting, the Mo Family actually reached out to Yin Enterprises—known for its stellar reputation both in China and abroad—and proposed a joint development of this project.
People were practically turning green with envy.
This wasn't something you could measure with money alone.
It was about status—absolute status.
Yin Enterprises had worked hard for years, spanning countless industries, but there were still areas it couldn't touch, like domestic energy.
And this time, the partnership the Mo Family brought was all about energy.
This deal could fill the gap Yin Enterprises had in domestic energy.
The reason Max Mo wanted to work with Yin Enterprises was obvious—he valued the Yin family's influence and power in the Middle East and Africa!
As a member of the Mo Family, Max Mo knew perfectly well how much control Yin Enterprises had in those regions.
So this was a partnership between two giants, but it was also a bold, risky move.
If the partnership fell apart, it could even cause political turmoil on the international stage.
Charles Yin was more than happy to see this collaboration happen.
The Yin family controlled enough energy in Africa and the Middle East, which was one reason they dominated three continents.
In a world where energy means power, a single investment decision from the Yin family could shake up the Nasdaq, Shanghai, and Shenzhen stock markets.
As for Grandma Yin's advice, Charles Yin didn't really care.
Because of ancestral rules, the Yin family had always steered clear of domestic energy, but they'd been trying to get a foothold for years.
But the Mo Family wasn't the only one in control of domestic energy.
As long as the Yin family was willing, countless people would come to them to negotiate this deal.
Still, Grandma Yin had a point.
After all, the Mo Family had military and political power behind them. Even a powerful outsider sometimes needs to get along with the local big shots.
Charles Yin wasn't worried about the partnership failing. In fact, he'd never failed before.
The only thing he cared about was: what exactly did Max Mo want with Cecilia Gu?
So he didn't mind playing along with Max Mo for a while.
Max Mo, for his part, looked completely confident.
Max Mo had studied Yin Enterprises and Charles Yin.
He knew Charles Yin had been eyeing the domestic energy industry for years, just waiting for the right person to pave the way.
Now that he'd offered the olive branch, there was no way the Yin family would refuse.
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Plus, with the Mo Family elder backing them, would the Yin family even dare to say no?
On the surface, both men seemed calm and collected, but underneath, they were locked in a fierce battle of wits. Rona Muir understood every word, even though they didn't say much.
Only Cecilia Gu sat there like a clueless bystander, having no idea what they were really talking about.
"So, what are the terms?" Charles Yin cut straight to the point. "The Mo Family is handing over such a big piece of the pie to Yin Enterprises—surely there must be conditions?"
Max Mo's gaze casually shifted to Cecilia Gu, and he said softly, "President Yin really is sharp! Since we're all smart people here, I'll get straight to it. I do have one small request."
Charles Yin's eyes had already turned cold.
Cecilia Gu still looked completely lost.
She could handle all sorts of company matters.
But negotiations... she'd never done those before.