Peerless Divine Doctor in the City of Flowers
Chapter 51 I am the Ancestor of Lies

Chapter 51: Chapter 51 I am the Ancestor of Lies

For a full hour, the foreigner who spoke like a torrent had finally sat back down.

Ning Mengyao’s eyebrows were tightly furrowed during the lengthy speech.

As a top student, she naturally had a decent level of English proficiency.

However, to communicate without barriers with a foreigner was definitely not something she could manage with knowledge from textbooks alone.

In addition, she hadn’t had the chance to practice speaking in these past few years.

So when it came to many of the specialized terms and systematic logic, she still couldn’t understand.

"Mr. Ning, you see how professional they are—I told you, the monks from afar know how to chant the scriptures. We’ve really struck it rich this time."

Ning Bingcai, with his legs crossed, was thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Did you understand anything?"

Ning Mengyao cast a displeased glance at Ning Bingcai.

This uncle, who knew nothing but to indulge in pleasures all day, was merely educated up to junior high school.

He probably couldn’t understand a single word.

"Although I didn’t understand, I could still tell that their level of professionalism is quite high," Ning Bingcai coughed lightly,

straightened his body, and spoke with serious earnest.

"Just because you don’t understand, you think it’s professional? Shall we call a duck over instead?"

Lin Fan scoffed coldly.

"What are you anyways? At times like this, you’d best shut up. If I can’t understand, do you think you can? Besides throwing punches, what else are you good for, you country bumpkin!"

Ning Bingcai glared fiercely at Lin Fan.

If it weren’t for this guy ruining his plans yesterday,

he wouldn’t have had to pretend here.

"How do you know I don’t understand?" Lin Fan narrowed his eyes.

There were some skills he didn’t need to show off lightly.

"Mr. Smith said, ’Does your company have any other points that are unclear and require explanation?’"

The translator’s voice interrupted the argument between the two.

Ning Mengyao furrowed her brow and turned to look at the several executives beside her.

Coming from professional backgrounds, they should have some understanding of the speech just now.

Their shaking heads also indicated they had understood all the explanations provided by the other party.

"No more, we will arrange for personnel to go abroad to coordinate,"

said Ning Mengyao confidently.

"However, since there are many domestic product agents who want to negotiate, not everyone will have the chance to go to the headquarters for training. Mr. Smith means that if your company is truly interested in becoming an agent, you must sign a letter of intent. Only then will both parties have a secure guarantee, preventing the waste of each other’s time and effort."

The translator took out a paper contract from their briefcase,

the densely packed English text dizzying to the reader.

"No problem, I’ll immediately hand it over to the legal department. If everything goes smoothly, we can sign the letter of intent by this time tomorrow,"

Ning Mengyao said, glancing over the contract with a smile.

The right people do the right job.

Such a contract given to the legal department would take at least a day for a thorough review.

"I can’t wait... ’s afternoon flight... I will leave... I can only give you... one hour... just one hour!"

To their surprise, Smith, speaking in broken Chinese, raised a finger.

"One hour... That’s too rushed; it’s impossible to complete a review!"

Ning Mengyao hadn’t expected the other party to make such a rushed demand, immediately feeling somewhat at a loss.

One hour was scarcely enough to read through it, let alone,

review international and local laws,

to provide the most professional opinion.

"That’s just a waste of my time... This collaboration... is very unpleasant!"

Upon hearing this, Smith immediately stood up in a fury.

The other dozen or so foreigners also stood up, preparing to leave.

"Wait, wait, wait, Mr. Smith, don’t leave just yet... one hour is just one hour."

Ning Bingcai hurriedly got up and stopped them.

At the same time, he turned his head to look at Ning Mengyao.

"It’s just a letter of intent for cooperation; don’t you have an hour to read through it once? How do you run a company, have you hired hundreds of people just to twiddle their thumbs? This is a project worth billions. If you miss out, there’ll be nothing left. The business is so hard these days, are you planning on ruining the company?"

Ning Bingcai’s complaints made Ning Mengyao hesitate for a moment.

High returns and exclusive representation could put the group ahead of its competitors for ten years.

It was indeed a great opportunity that she could not bear to give up.

"It’s just an intent letter; what can go wrong if you sign it correctly or incorrectly."

"If you even miss out on this opportunity, I truly doubt your executive ability!"

"Being young just means being impatient; whatever you do has no method to it. I think she’s simply not suitable for the role of CEO."

The other shareholders immediately expressed their anger in small groups.

After all, obtaining this exclusive representation would take the group to the next level.

"Fine, I’ll sign!"

The comments around her put Ning Mengyao in a dilemma.

After scanning the document briefly, she also thought that there seemed to be no major issue.

But just as she was about to pick up the pen to sign the agreement for the letter of intent for exclusive representation.

Lin Fan suddenly grabbed her hand from behind.

"This document absolutely must not be signed."

Lin Fan, who had noticed something was amiss, revealed a mysterious smile.

It has to be said that this trap was very well set.

Had it not been for his diligence, he too would have been fooled.

"On what basis are you stopping me from signing? Who are you representing? I warn you, this is a board of directors’ meeting; it’s not your place to speak up here, you lowly assistant. Can you even understand a word of what’s written on it!"

Just when Ning Bingcai thought the deal was almost done, Lin Fan intervened and foiled it.

He truly wished he could devour Lin Fan right there.

"Of course, I represent the stance of the group; why else would I prevent the company from being harmed? This deceptively written letter of intent is like a hidden knife. Look at clause three, it could be translated to mean that if the agreement can’t be fulfilled due to external forces, party B is to compensate 40% of the total capital. But if you translate it professionally, ’due to external forces’ could also be interpreted as ’due to party A refusing party B the fulfillment of the contract’, party B would still have to compensate 40% of the total capital. Such a serious contract has such a low-level error; it seems that this company is quite careless in its dealings. Smith, how do you intend to explain this, and while you’re at it, explain clauses ten and twenty-one too!"

Lin Fan pointed at the words crammed together like ants.

Dual interpretation of a single term can lead to contract disputes.

This is a rookie mistake that a multinational corporation would never make.

"I..."

Smith had never imagined Lin Fan could understand English.

And his proficiency and comprehension were astonishing.

"What do you mean ’I’? Once this contract is signed, it’ll have legal effect. You pushing and rushing us this way, I have reason to suspect this is a case of contract fraud, and I’m also suspicious of your identity."

Lin Fan looked at Smith whose face was turning red.

The guy’s ashen face was proof that everything Lin Fan said was correct.

"Exactly, such controversial terms should never appear in a contract template. Who the hell are you?"

Ning Mengyao, suddenly realizing that something was amiss, stood up angrily.

Her already beautiful eyes now carried a hint of shamed light.

She knew well enough that if it wasn’t for Lin Fan, she would have been duped again.

What made it worse was that before she walked into the office, she had even said that only fools would be fooled.

And now, she was the fool.

"They’re con artists!"