Zayed's fingers impatiently tapped the tabletop, a layer of gloom already shadowed those shrewd eyes.
"Mr. Song, I hope your 'restroom' trip didn't encounter any trouble?"
His tone carried obvious displeasure and probing.
"In our line of work, suddenly leaving usually means... unnecessary attention."
Song Heping took a sip of the slightly cooled coffee, his tone calm and steady: "Just a minor incident, it's resolved. Mr. Zayed, we don't need to waste time on such trivial matters. Let's get back to the main topic—your proposed 15% commission plus a 5% 'special operation fee', that's too high."
Zayed leaned back, spread his hands, with a "that's the market rate" expression.
