Brother, Your Eyes are really Good

Chu Xian didn't know whether to laugh or cry. In the end, he just nodded.

The middle-aged man from Far Airlines was somewhat surprised by how well David Clark treated the young Chinese man, but he hid his reaction as he gestured. "Mr. Clark, we have three cars available. If you please."

"Didn't mean to trouble you, sir," David replied politely.

"Not at all, not at all. It is an honor for you to attend a conference hosted by us!" the middle-aged man hurriedly replied.

"Hehe, I'm honored to have been invited!" David replied; he knew they were just giving him face. Far Airlines was internationally-renowned, and although his transport company was good, the gap between them was still significant. They simply admired his work and influence in the US and the UK, and of course, this affair brought benefits to both sides.

"Lend us two of your cars. We can drive ourselves!" David said to the middle-aged man.