The next day at noon, they met at the restaurant, and Cruick among other market institutions called; they were going to arrive shortly.
High-end hotels around Wall Street were almost fully booked, a testament to the unprecedented and unimaginable grandeur of the New York Station roadshow.
"How did your chat go last night?"
Before Cruick arrived, Little Wang couldn't contain his curiosity.
Though he claimed not to care, she was still a goddess; how could he truly be indifferent?
Before he went to sleep last night, he had pondered the whole affair. Though there was a 99% chance that Emma was interested in Lu Liang, what if?
There could always be a what if.
Lu Liang was very direct, tossed over the chat log—an hour-long conversation that ended with him leaving her on read.
"Smart boy, a man should have style, don't focus solely on women. The ultimate fate of a bootlicker isn't to have it all, but to lose it all."
It's like the Buddhist saying,
