Rosalind looked up at him, furrowing her delicate brows. She understood the logic, but she truly did not want to see any casualties at the construction site. “And do you know? Many workers are willing to die on site.” Rosalind was stunned, finding the remark absurd.
Lion shrugged and smiled, gesturing for Mr. Wong to leave so he could talk with Rosalind. “If they die on duty, the company pays a sum of money that they could never earn in their entire lives of hardship! Our site’s compensation is much higher than other companies, and I’ve insured the project, so you don’t need to worry about this anymore.”
“Is that just your personal opinion?” Who would ever wish for death?
“There are many people in the world who commit suicide, is that also just my personal opinion?” Lion chuckled. “I know you’re kind-hearted. You want every worker to come to work safely and go home happy with their pay, but everyone’s situation is different. I’ve done my best for them, Rosalind, I’m a businessman.”
A businessman prioritizes profit.
“I understand.”
“So then-”
“But I don’t agree.” Rosalind said and turned to leave.
Lion quickly stopped her, eagerly explaining, “Look, there haven’t been any casualties on the site, right? How about this, I promise to assign more supervisors on site, and we’ll replace their safety helmets with new ones.”
“Lion, I want you to make this decision because you genuinely care for your employees, because you feel for those who shed blood and sweat on the site, not because you’re trying to win me over.”
“I swear, I absolutely don’t want any negative publicity either.” Lion said, raising his hand as if taking an oath.
Rosalind sighed deeply, realizing this was the most she could get for them.
Back in her office, she sat down to turn on her computer. Glancing at her phone screen, she noticed an unread message.
Wayer City Driver: “Morning.”
For a moment, she really thought it was Ulric messaging her!
“Morning, what’s up?” she replied.
Wayer City Driver: “I’m really sorry I hit your car. I’ve sent some gifts, hoping you’ll accept them.”
Rosalind raised an eyebrow. This driver seemed to have some status, even having someone else buy gifts for her.
“No need, it wasn’t much trouble, and the car is fully repaired, don’t feel bad.” She quickly replied.
Just then, a call came from an unknown number. It was a delivery person. “Miss Ruell, right? Someone sent you some things, where should I deliver them?”
Resigned, Rosalind gave him her location.
After hanging up, she messaged the driver, “You’re too kind! Now you’re making me feel embarrassed.”
Wayer City Driver: “It’s my apology, I hope you accept it.”
Meanwhile, in the president’s office at W Group.
Ulric looked at the conversations on his phone, his thin lips curling unconsciously. He had specifically asked Cedric for advice on how to keep a conversation going, to create more common ground through shared interests or straightforward gestures like sending gifts. Out of politeness, the other party would likely engage more in conversation.
Ulric had chosen the simplest and most direct approach.