"When the time is right, I'll give you something to do," he said, pausing for emphasis. "But that 'right time' may never come. Can you accept that?"
In any case, he would never treat Li Wei's business lightly. If Chen Haisheng showed some aptitude, he wouldn't mind handing off some of the less critical tasks.
"I accept. I will adapt to the rules here," Chen Haisheng said without hesitation, his back ramrod straight.
"Very good," Don Quixote said, clapping him on the shoulder. "Li Wei's game is over. The press conference is next, and you're coming with me."
After the game, the press conference hall was already jam-packed with reporters and their cameras.
Chen Haisheng wore a spare black suit he'd just grabbed from the car. It was a little snug, but he still held his back straight, an imposing, tower-like figure behind Don Quixote.
Li Wei caught sight of Don Quixote in his periphery and gave him a nod of acknowledgment.
