Lu Jianxiong paused slightly, perhaps he's getting old, his mind doesn't turn as fast, Yang Fan's jumpy thinking is indeed too swift.
"How do you plan to use their own trick against them?"
"Uncle Lu, what Carlos Scott wants is stock, to then control the entire Singapore gambling industry. When meeting him, we won't give him a clear opinion, neither saying we'll sell our stock nor saying we won't sell it, first keeping Carlos Scott in suspense, so I'll have time to stab him in the back."
"Are you saying you want to do the opposite, hold Carlos Scott at bay in Singapore, and then start action at the Las Vegas Consortium's stronghold."
"Yes, exactly."
Lu Jianxiong nodded, it's a good idea, though a bit tricky to execute, but he believes in Yang Fan, he can definitely pull this off.
"I understand what you mean." Lu Jianxiong already figured out how to cooperate with Yang Fan at the dinner table.
