"President Jiang, I am Shentu Jie, the younger brother of the Shentu Clan's patriarch. I don't just spout nonsense. This concerns the honor of my Shentu Clan, does it not?" The man calling himself Shentu Jie leisurely lit a cigarette.
"Cut the act. Put out that cigarette," Jiang Xinghai said, waving a hand.
Shentu Jie smoothed the hair over his balding crown, saying nonchalantly, "Quite an imposing figure, President Jiang."
"I won't say it again," Jiang Xinghai said, his voice low.
"Fine, I'll put it out."
Facing so many cameras, Shentu Jie didn't want to seem too aggressive. "However, I must make one point. The Anti-Aging Cream's effects are so miraculous that 999 yuan is the most appropriate price. Anything less would cheapen the product's image. Why wouldn't we want to do that?"
