Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Chapter 31 Meet Mr. Randall

Sarah was very tired on the way.

She was carrying all the documents, while Melissa only held her bag, a small LV.

When listening to Melissa about work, she also had to protect the documents in her hands, which made

her in high tension.

"The project we are going to negotiate is that we have developed a new product with the joint

investment of Randall's some time ago, and the capital ratio is 6:4. But because of the listing copyright

relationship, our company has issued a serious order that we must buy the whole copyright, but

Randall's attitude was hard and we don't know how much capital they will invest. It's difficult to solve

the problem."

Sarah understood the meaning roughly.

It was that the two companies were fighting for the reputation of sponsorship, in order to improve the

company's exposure. They both wanted the get opportunity of publicity.

Randall was not a fool. If he could win this reputation, he will certainly improve his company. Interests

were the most important to businessmen. He couldn't be blamed for disagreeing.

"How much has our company contributed?"

Melissa stretched out her fingers to indicate the number nine. "With this amount, we still cannot

persuade them to make a concession. We come to their company every day. They should be tired of

us."

Sarah was slightly surprised. It's up to 14 million dollars. Its value has soared to such a high level.

"Sarah, it's all your fault. If you didn't come, it wouldn't have been my turn. Whoever comes to this job

would be very unlucky."

Hearing Melissa's complaints about her, Sarah forced a smile. How did she know that she would take

charge of this job?

It was really tiring to negotiate the project. This war was all about the skills of tongues.

It was simple to those eloquent. If one couldn't say something, he would be in trouble.

"The reason why I don't want to come here is the new CEO of Randall. Sometimes we have not even

said half of a sentence. They have begun to kick our asses off their company. We totally got no

chances."

Sarah looked through the documents and smiled, "So why should we come here? We can report that NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

we both sides couldn't reach an agreement. Obviously, Randall's side won't make concession. It's

conceivable that they wouldn't give up the thing that couldn't bought by money."

In this society, there was really nothing that money couldn't buy now. If you couldn't buy, it's because

you don't have enough money.

"You mean we should not come here directly? According to the temper of our CEO, will we be killed?"

Melissa made a movement of cutting her neck with her hands and rolled her eyes.

Sarah thought about Andrew's angry look. She still felt scared. Maybe we would really be killed.

When Sarah stepped into Randall's company with Melissa, the receptionist's glance was changed as

soon as she saw Melissa. She was obviously bored of them.

"You can have a seat. Our president is in a meeting. He will come down after the meeting."

"OK, thank you." Melissa quickly smiled, turned around and pulled Sarah to the tea room.

She rolled her eyes back. "She should recognize her identity clearly. She was just a receptionist. Who

gave her the courage to be so upright?"

"Here is their territory. We could only tolerate it." Sarah comforted her in a few words, and didn't put the

receptionist's disdainful eyes into her mind.

"Sarah, when you see Randall, you will get angrier. At that time, you should hold it back."

"I can hold it just now. Don't worry. I think Randall won't roll his eyes at people."

"That won't happen." Melissa muttered.

Time went by slowly. Sarah was getting familiar with the documents. She still doesn't know the

progress of the project. If she was asked, it would be terrible when she couldn't say a word.

However, Melissa was so relaxed. She took a nap, checked twitter, played a few mobile games on her

phone and fixed her make-up with her mirror. She has not stopped in this period of time.

They both were busy doing their own things. They didn't react until a person's footsteps were close.

"How do you do, Mr. Randall?"

"Mr. Randall..."