Reborn with Consumption System-Chapter 627 - 274 Monster [Vote Request]_4

Director Hu had a face like Maitreya Buddha: kind and round. His accent was quite interesting. He often spoke with a soft, trailing tone that seemed to emphasize something while also giving off a light and airy sense of closeness.

In other words—worthless.

Han Lie grasped his hand with both of his, replying with an even more enthusiastic display of insincere courtesies.

"Oh, I can't call you Director Hu anymore, I should call you Uncle Hu!"

"HAHA! That's right!"

Old Huang watched Han Lie handle the situation with ease, his smile growing more benevolent and satisfied. After they chatted for a brief three minutes, he gestured, "Tang, go help Teacher Han pick out a set of clothes and a golf club. We tee off at 9:30 sharp!"

"Okay."

Dressed in her golf attire, Tang Xintian wore her hair in a ponytail today, capped with a hoop-style sun visor, giving her an air of brisk vigor.

As she led Han Lie to the store, she complained quite naturally, "How could you sneak off by yourself yesterday? You didn't even spare me a thought!"

Or what? Wait to be devoured by you?! Han Lie curled his lip and perfunctorily replied, "I saw you were doing fine, and I got a call, so I left. How are you? Did you sleep comfortably?"

"So-so. I felt uncomfortable for a little while."

Tang Xintian also subtly curled her lip.

She couldn't explain it. Her discomfort stemmed from a dawning realization. Upon sobering up, she clearly understood there was a vast gulf of gender separating her from Han Lie, which led to a profound sense of loss.

She had been so forthright while half-drunk, yet he had left without a second thought—it confirmed her fears, definitively! The good news was that she could let go of her useless vigilance from now on. The bad news was that she was likely to become jealous over Xiaobai…

With a slight dejection, Tang Xintian led Han Lie to the shop, then left him with the salesperson while she stood with her arms folded, basking in the sunlight by the window.

The store sold golf attire and various other items needed for playing. Han Lie casually picked out a long-sleeved shirt and pants—over 13,000 in total. Then, Tang Xintian used Old Huang's membership card to rent a set of HONMA clubs. The preparations were concluded in such a hasty manner.

The group set off for the course, Old Huang brimming with enthusiasm. He gestured towards the distant ginkgo woods while expressing his feelings to Han Lie. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

"Of all the golf courses in Magic Capital, only Tomson has so many ginkgo trees. In summer, this place isn't the most beautiful, but in winter, it's quite the opposite.

Looking back, the three landmarks of Lujiazui are within sight.

Golden leaves carpeted the ground, and amidst the shifting light and shadow, swinging the club had a certain charm.

So, bigger isn't always better; smaller isn't necessarily less beautiful.

The scenery is like that, and so is business. Your approach to private equity really captures its essence.

Come on, Young Han, let's hurry up and take a few swings. In a couple of weeks, this view won't be as nice!"

Old Huang was a man of substance—eloquently spoken, using metaphors and suggestions without being vulgar.

What exactly was he hinting at with "small and beautiful"?

It could refer to SPD Bank. Compared to the Big Five, SPD Bank is just a little brother. However, it values you more and is more sincere about collaboration, making it the best stage.

It might also be implying Magic Capital Bank, as a reminder that Magic Capital Bank is like the ginkgo in winter—its beauty is short-lived.

Either interpretation worked, or perhaps it encompassed them both.

This certainly tested the listener's perception.

Young people today have little patience for this kind of obscure, seemingly profound way of conversation, always feeling it's like taking off your pants to fart—an unnecessary extra step.

But in fact, this kind of linguistic art has its necessary place in high-end settings.

Subtlety is a crucial part of social interaction.

Imagine if Old Huang had directly laid down the law to Han Lie: "We at SPD Bank are your best partners. Those big banks like ICBC and Construction Bank won't value you. Also, don't mix too much with Magic Capital Bank; they have serious internal issues."

Wouldn't that be embarrassing?

How would Mr. Qin and Hu Mingtang view Old Huang's level?

Wouldn't such frankness cause the listener's dissatisfaction?

If everything were so straightforward, how could one select the smartest and most versatile subordinates and partners?

At higher levels, such as in international affairs, would someone accustomed to frankness still be able to state their position and attitude correctly and appropriately?

So, Old Huang's approach was fine; where directness was inconvenient, one should be indirect.

A resonant drum doesn't need a heavy mallet; pointing things out isn't the same as giving orders. That's true skill.

And Han Lie, thanks to his talent for Strategic Judgement, grasped the profound implications behind Old Huang's words.

Faced with such a subtle "test," he smiled with ease.

"The beauty is indeed breathtaking."

The young Han Lie, still with the downy fuzz of youth behind his ears, slowly turned to take in the beauty of the course. Then, he smoothly continued from Director Huang's sentiment—

"From this angle, the financial landmarks of Lujiazui indeed take on a different flavor, no longer so cold and utilitarian. They blend with nature, becoming an integral part of this golden tapestry. It makes this junior recall the great leader's poem: 'A broad view makes for a more dignified landscape.'

Director Huang, you not only possess a financier's rationality and objectivity but also the sensitivity and romanticism to appreciate beauty. I believe, ah, that you are destined to shine on an even larger stage sooner or later!"

That was a resounding piece of flattery.

However, Old Huang was taken aback by it.

At the same time, Mr. Qin and Hu Mingtang were looking at each other, feeling their heads buzzing.

The young people nowadays...

What kind of freaks were they all?!!!