Xin Daye felt that he had never been so embarrassed in his life.
The aroma of burnt black coffee still lingered in the conference room on the top floor of the CBD. He had just used a set of carefully designed cash flow models to block the opponent's final argument. The cuffs of his straight custom suit were stained with blue ink leaking from the signature pen. He looked like a victorious peacock preparing to be surrounded by his team. Then, the purple-blue lightning outside the window, which should have belonged to the "local strong convection" in the weather forecast, unreasonably smashed the floor-to-ceiling windows.
