Gu Xiyan didn't think Mu Jinyu was any great artist and quickly cast aside that terrible thought.
Facing Trotsky's expectant gaze, Gu Xiyan was without options and had to steel herself as she said, "My friend... is hard to locate, with eccentric preferences, and might not be willing to meet with you."
"Please, just try for me," Trotsky pleaded even more when he heard that, convinced of Mu Jinyu's mysterious and significant background.
Gu Xiyan, firming up her resolve, said, "Then I will give it a try."
Gu Xiyan's smile was rigid, because she truly didn't know if she could find Mu Jinyu.
Her expression, in Trotsky's eyes, was mistaken for difficulty in contacting the underwear's owner, so he gratefully smiled and then said, "Thank you, let's sign the contract now then!"
As soon as Trotsky spoke, before Gu Xiyan and Yu Linglong could respond, Wang Huanhuan screamed in disbelief, "Sign the contract now? What about me?!"
Wang Huanhuan was close to exploding with anger, unable to accept that despite her great sacrifices, and them seemingly contributing nothing, the contract was about to fly into Gu Xiyan and her companion's hands.
Just because of that inexplicable pair of underwear?!
Was this damned Trotsky really going to go back on his word?!
Wang Huanhuan was about to lose her mind with anger.
Was Trotsky a moron? Despite not sleeping with either of them, and not for the sake of getting the underwear, just wanting to meet the underwear's owner, he was ready to collaborate with Gu Xiyan and her companion on the spot?!
Was her sleeping with him all for nothing?!
"Shut your mouth!"
When Trotsky heard Wang Huanhuan's screeching voice and saw her crumbling expression, he remained calm and unaffected, even letting out a cold laugh as he said:
"You can't even understand such a great work of art, and I must explain so much to you, what qualifications do you have to collaborate with me? What abilities do you have to help my company spread our artistic culture after partnering with you and thereby breaking into the Huaxia market?!"
"You?!" Wang Huanhuan was left speechless by his words.
Then, unwilling to accept it, she screamed again, "You're going back on your word, you liar...you clearly promised me yesterday..."
"Shut your mouth!" Trotsky, seeing that Gu Xiyan and her companion looked troubled, felt a pang of anxiety and quickly rebuked, "What promise have I ever given you? I simply said that I would choose the company that showed more sincerity and moved me the most..."
"When did I ever say the deal was fixed for you?!" Trotsky said angrily, "Now, Lady Gu and her companion have brought out a piece that sufficiently moves me, so I choose to work with them. Is there a problem with that?!"
"I... you..." Wang Huanhuan was seething with anger but realized that Trotsky had not said anything incorrect; he indeed hadn't given her any real promises from the beginning.
She had no ground to argue.
Trotsky would never give a certain promise to collaborate, only Wang Huanhuan had assumed that Gu Xiyan and her companion would never sleep with Trotsky; therefore, she was convinced that the final collaboration would definitely be hers.
But now, because of that broken pair of underwear, even if Gu Xiyan and her companion hadn't slept with him, the collaboration with Trotsky was still called off with her.
Thinking of this.
Wang Huanhuan now hated both Trotsky and the two women, Gu Xiyan and her companion, and even hated that underwear's owner whom she had never met from the beginning to end.
It was all because of that dead pervert; how could she have ended up in such an embarrassing situation?!
Trotsky watched Wang Huanhuan's face alternate between cloudy and flushed, her eyes flickering with bitter malice, fearing that once she recovered her composure, she might say something that would ruin his collaboration with Gu Xiyan, and he hastily said:
"Speechless now, are you? Just a moment ago, you accused me of going back on my word. You truly are despicable and vile; it's a good thing I didn't choose to work with you, or you would have tarnished our company's reputation!"
Having said that, he gestured with his eyes to his bodyguards and loudly ordered, "Get her out of here. I don't want to see such a spiteful woman again."
Upon hearing the instruction, Trotsky's bodyguards responded and, with cold faces, dragged Wang Huanhuan and her assistant away!
Wang Huanhuan did not burst into curses this time. She realized that there was no hope for cooperation with Trotsky and would no longer act disgracefully like a shrew.
But in her heart, she had come to utterly despise them all!
After Wang Huanhuan was dragged away, Trotsky secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, he had only been placating Wang Huanhuan the night before because the women he truly wanted to obtain were Gu Xiyan and her companion. Therefore, he had only given her a noncommittal answer.
Otherwise, it may not have been so easy to deal with Wang Huanhuan now!
Trotsky withdrew his gaze and turned to Gu Xiyan with a flattering smile, "Alright, now that the shrew is gone, we can proceed to sign the contract."
Gu Xiyan and her companion had watched their quarrel from start to finish and understood that Trotsky indeed seemed to have gone back on his word. Was it really wise to cooperate with such a person?
Gu Xiyan began to have doubts in her heart.
When she heard Trotsky's words, she came back to her senses, squeezed out a smile, and gently shook her head, "Let's not sign the contract for now. After all, I can't guarantee that I will be able to persuade that friend to meet with you. Since that's the case, I shouldn't accept rewards for nothing. Once it's confirmed he's willing to meet with you, then we can sign the contract."
She was leaving it up to fate.
If they managed to find Mu Jinyu, she believed that a little money would surely make him willing to meet with Trotsky, and then they could definitely sign the contract.
And if they couldn't find him, then so be it.
After all, she wasn't very comfortable working with someone as duplicitous as Trotsky.
"That's fine too. Give him a call quickly!" Trotsky said eagerly.
Gu Xiyan shook her head slightly, her eyes flickering as she explained, "He's very busy, often doesn't carry his phone with him, and calling him would be useless. I'll go find him personally later..."
"Can I accompany you?!" Trotsky asked quickly.
"No!" Gu Xiyan immediately refused, "Without his permission, I wouldn't dare to just bring someone over to find him. You'd better wait for my news."
"Alright then," Trotsky sighed regretfully.
"We'll be leaving now. I'll notify you immediately if there's any news!"
Gu Xiyan left, dragging the somewhat bewildered Yu Linglong with her.
Once Gu Xiyan and her companion had left,
Trotsky's assistant immediately asked in confusion, "Director, why didn't you just keep the truth about the Divine Silkworm Silk underwear hidden and then forcefully seize it?"
"Right," another secretary also questioned, puzzled, "From the way they were just now, they seemed unaware of the value of the underwear. They might even discard it out of disdain. Couldn't we just pick it up later? Why bother buying it at a high price, and why opt for the most lenient contract with them?"
Trotsky sighed softly, "Even if a piece of Divine Silkworm Silk underwear is incredibly rare and sought-after, its value is ultimately finite. But if I can find its owner, who knows, there might be other gains..."
"Such as..." Trotsky said, his eyes twinkling with an enigmatic gleam, "finding more Divine Silkworm Silk textiles or, perhaps, a living Divine Silkworm..."