Hendrix drove the car to the entrance of the Greenland Hotel. There was already a crowd outside and the staff seemed well trained at welcoming their guests. "Is this for you?" I asked Hendrix.
Hendrix shook his head. "No!"
A tall and heavily built man came out of the hotel. I couldn't see clearly at first, but as I walked in, I realized it was Oscar. He caught a glimpse of Hendrix, walked up to us with a face full of smiles and shook hands with him. "I heard that Mr. Roberts wants to re-open the tender. I came here early in the morning. Mr. Roberts, it's impossible for you to look past our company this time."
This man's words were really...
I pursed my lips and couldn't help but hold onto Hendrix. Oscar looked at me and smiled awkwardly, but he still smiled and said, "Miss Reid, it's been a long time. You're looking more and more charming."
The only thing I admired about this person was that, even though both of us knew that we held deep resentment for each other, he still had the ability to flatter me with a smile on his face.
I puckered my lips. Of course, I couldn't forget what happened at the bar before. I couldn't just let it pass. Seeing that I didn't respond, he didn't get angry at all. He introduced his company respectfully, while thinking of ways to sweet talk Hendrix.
Hendrix didn't say a word. He was as indifferent as ever. I wasn't sure if he had even heard anything that Oscar said, but I sure didn't.
I narrowed my eyes and couldn't help looking at Oscar, saying to him, "You have so many roles. These days even government servants can start up a company to gain profit? I thought just a while ago the policy was that government- employed teachers weren't allowed to open their own tuition classes, and government employees weren't allowed to earn a profit outside of the government. It seems like that didn't matter at all to you, did it, Oscar?"
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