My Trillion Husband novel Chapter 12

Chapter 12

"Dad, it's not a dream, right?" Marcy Brown asked excitedly.

Carl Brown pretended to be calm. "Son, calm down. Though our family is now in decline, it used to be a well-known family in this city. The Group of Pinnacle is the new-raised, so they don't dare to offend us. When we get in later, keep your attitude higher. Don't let them look down on us."

"Well, dad, don't worry." Marcys nodded. Then the two swaggered into the manager's office.

In the office, Cheney Lin was lying on the chair, without any attention to the two people who were getting in.

Marcy was confused. This was different from what he imagined. Shouldn't Cheney Lin stand up hurriedly and bow to them?

Cheney didn't speak, which eventually made Carl feel something wrong. However, since they had come, they couldn't go back without doing anything.

"Mr. Lin, I'm Carl Brown..." Carl greeted cautiously.

"Fine," Cheney replied lightly.

Carl's face changed. Cheney's arrogant attitude made him frustrated, but he couldn't say anything. People had to be humble when they asked for help, so Carl had to keep his attitude lower.

"Mr. Lin, I'm here to talk about the Spring Hill project, so you..."

"Do you have anything special in resort construction?" Cheney interrupted Carl.

Carl cheered up. As long as Cheney spoke, the negotiation would be possible.

"Mr. Lin, we have nine professional engineering teams with a variety of large construction equipment. Besides, we're good at the business of real estate, and our workers are experienced. We built many famous buildings in City C..."

Carl was so eloquent that he didn't stop boasting their teams for almost ten minutes until he felt thirsty.

Then Carl looked at Cheney with confidence, thinking that his words should move Cheney.

But the scene he saw shocked him a lot.

Cheney Lin fell asleep on the chair!

With snore!

Carl's eyes turned red. How could Cheney treat him like that?

Marcy beside Carl was furious, as well. Usually, when people heard that he was from Brown's Family, they would respect him much, but today, Carl and he had been ignored many times!

"Mr. Lin!" Carl deepened his voice. Though he was furious, he was not stupid. He didn't dare to blame Cheney, for what was behind Cheney were Gary Shen and Zhou's Family, which could tread Brown's Family repeatedly on the ground.

"Hum? What's the matter?" Cheney seemed to wake up from the dream, looking at the two confusedly.

"No... nothing. I've said our specialties." Carl restrained the anger and gave a signal to Marcy.

Marcy got it, taking out a long sandalwood box from behind, and respectfully putting it in front of Cheney. "Mr. Lin, my father, he heard that you like tea, so he specially bought this blue and a white porcelain tea set from the street selling antique. I hope you like it."

Cheney glanced at Marcy, then opened the box, a set of the blue and white tea set, crystal clear and bright, lying in the box.

It was indeed an excellent tea set, though it was not the best blue glaze. It was worth more than one million.

They had invested a lot. Cheney sneered.

"Mr. Lin..." Seeing Cheney seem satisfied, Carl had the hope again.

"Mr. Cheney, I think you have missed a specialty of Brown's Family," Cheney said.

"Ah?" Carl and Marcy looked at each other, confused. Was there any more specialty Brown's Family had?

"Mr. Lin, please make it clear," Carl asked respectfully.

"Making daydreams!" Cheney sneered. "The daydreams Brown's Family made are all interesting."