"I can't take time off on the 20th," Christopher Robinson mentioned the matter to Amelia Cobb in an extremely casual manner, leaning loosely on the chair, showing no signs of scheming anything at the moment.
"I accept postponing the date."
Christopher Robinson calmly took a bite of his noodles, his movements as graceful as a textbook character:
"A happy event should come before a sad event; we must follow the rules left by our ancestors."
"That's why all the ancestors died early for no reason, they still had so many rules even after death. If I knew where their tombs were, I would be the first to dig them up."
Christopher Robinson:.......
"One day in advance, ten million, deposited in your personal account."
If reasoning doesn't work, then resort to temptation.
Is there such good fortune? Amelia glanced at Christopher, always feeling that the man before her was scheming something, but couldn't figure it out for a while.