Gu Yu Sheng didn't respond, instead he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and slowly inhaled.

  The lame king stared at the contract, looking extra carefully, afraid that there were some textual traps set inside, and almost every page would be flipped through repeatedly.

  Gu Yu Sheng, on the other hand, was not in a hurry at all. He leaned lazily against his chair with an expression of indifference, occasionally lifting his hand to take a puff of smoke, and didn't make any other unnecessary movements.

  After about ten minutes, Lame Wang closed the contract and laughed at Gu Yu Sheng with satisfaction: "I've long heard that everyone in General Manager Gu's company is an elite. Today I saw it for myself, and indeed they are! Being able to write out such a clear and logical contract in such a short time, impressive!"

  Gu Yu's expression remained calm and unchanged in the face of Wang's praise.

  The lame king faced Gu Yu Sheng's disregard, didn't get angry, stared at him for a few more eyes, then put it on the table, and pointed to the empty teacup on the table. The woman next to him immediately helped him pour a cup of steaming hot tea. He picked it up and took a sip, then raised his chin towards the contract and opened his mouth again: "Mr. Gu, if you have no problem, sign it?"

  The woman who was kneeling beside him and in charge of making tea immediately handed the contract over to Gu Yu Sheng.

  Gu Yu Sheng still didn't respond to Wang's words, he lowered his eyelids, slowly raised his hand, brought the cigarette to his mouth, leisurely took a puff, and then slowly exhaled a beautiful smoke ring. He waited until the smell of smoke had completely dissipated from his nostrils before lifting his eyelids and scanning the contract on the table.

  The lame king looked at Gu's life and didn't move, and then he spoke: "General Gu didn't bring a pen? Someone, bring a pen to General Gu!"

  "Yes." One of the men in black standing beside him responded and quickly handed over a glittering gold pen.

  "Master Gu, please." Lame Wang stretched out his hand and made a "please" gesture towards Gu Yusheng.

  Gu Yu's face was expressionless, his eyes cast downward in silence for a moment. He extinguished the cigarette butt, lifted his head, and finally looked at Wang: "Wang, have you forgotten something?"

  Cripple Wang didn't react for a moment, stunned by Gu Yu Sheng's words, and muttered "Huh?"

  Gu Yu Sheng hooked his lips and sat up straight: "Director Wang has finished inspecting the goods, isn't it my turn now?"

  Lame King suddenly realized and turned around: "Director Gu, are you afraid that Miss Liang is not in my hands?" As he spoke, Lame King gestured to a man on his left side: "Go and invite Miss Liang over!"

  Qin Zhi'ai was indeed invited over.

  After the man in black left, within a minute, the door was pushed open again. The man in black took a step forward and stood at the entrance, making a "please" gesture to the people inside who were bowing respectfully. Then Qin Zhi'ai walked up with a calm expression.

  However, there were two tall and sturdy men following behind her. She had only walked about a meter into the house when she was blocked by the black-clad man sent by Lame Wang to "invite" her.

  The several black-clad men standing behind the lame king also quickly stepped forward and stood beside Gu Yusheng's chair, blocking his way to Qin Zhi'ai.

  Cripple Wang is afraid that he will take action and rob people... I'm afraid that now if he makes a move, the woman will be immediately controlled by those three men in black.

  Gu Yu quietly observed the layout of the room without making a sound.