Chapter 116 The 116th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 116 The 116th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

Tristan and the others were discussing the next steps of the negotiations when Mills hurriedly knocked on the door and burst in.

“Tristan, something terrible has happened, no…”

“If you can’t even speak properly, you can buy a plane ticket right now and go back to New York with Griffith.” Tristan’s left leg was crossed over his right knee, his trousers were sleek, he held a ballpoint pen in his hand, and stared at Mills with an unfriendly tone.

Mills' face paled, he swallowed hard, and closed the door before saying, "Yes, I ran into people from Citibank!"

Where did you meet them?

Tristan sat up straight, his expression serious and gloomy.

Mills pointed downstairs: "They're checking in on the first floor of the hotel. It's Philon Mars and his group. I recognize them."

Alexander and the others exchanged glances, their expressions becoming somewhat tense. The Particle Foundation, which had originally left the poker table, had suddenly returned, which was troublesome enough, but now Citibank had also joined the fray.

This makes them even more formidable rivals.

Just as Tristan picked up the phone to call headquarters, there was a knock on the door.

Tristan made a shushing gesture, signaling everyone to shut up.

A warm voice came from outside the door: "Are you from Goldman Sachs? We've come over to say hello."

Mills clenched his fists nervously.

Tristan looked at him: "They found out about you?"

If Citibank saw their Goldman Sachs employees running up like this in such a disheveled state, then Mills might as well die.

Mills immediately shook his head: "Impossible, I'm sure they didn't see me!"

"Knock knock knock—"

Philon knocked on the door again.

His colleague, Max, yawned, pulling two suitcases, and said to Philon, "Maybe they're not here..."

Before Masca could finish speaking, the door opened with a click.

Philon and Maxca's group made eye contact with Tristan and his group. Both sides were dressed in identical suits, high-end custom-made suits, Italian handmade leather shoes, and even the patterns on their ties were exactly the same.

“Hello, Tristan, I told the hotel staff downstairs that we are friends, and she told us you were staying here. I can’t believe it’s true, we’re right upstairs.”

Philon smiled and extended his hand.

Tristan's lips twitched slightly as he shook hands with him: "Philan, long time no see. Are you here on vacation?"

Philon gave an exaggerated smile, spread his hands, and said helplessly, "If we were here for a vacation, that would be great. We're here to compete for that partnership opportunity with Walmart. By the way, I suppose you're in the same boat, right?"

Tristan pursed his lips. "What a coincidence. But we've almost finished discussing this case. You're probably too late."

Philon blinked. "Really? If that's the case, then it's a real shame. But I heard you stayed for another ten days. I'm afraid your cooperation might not have gone so smoothly."

After saying this, he smiled at Tristan, whose face had darkened, and said, "Just kidding, we just came to say hello. Maybe we can have dinner together sometime."

Tristan smiled and nodded.

Once the door was closed, the expressions of both the person inside and the person outside changed.

Tristan said to Alexander, "When we leave, complain about that waiter to the hotel manager!"

“Yes,” Alexander replied.

The arrival of Goldman Sachs and Citigroup, two financial giants, successfully stirred up a storm in Arkansas.

Zhang Yurong and others were deeply worried.

The more joy I felt yesterday at noon, the more dejected I was this morning.

Darren brought back even worse news: reportedly, due to Citigroup's overly aggressive moves, many financial institutions have taken notice of Walmart, and some private equity tycoons have also become interested.

Everyone trusts Goldman Sachs and Citigroup's judgment, so given the chance, everyone wants to try their luck at snatching food from the jaws of death.

"Damn it, if even JPMorgan Chase and Barclays Capital are interested in Walmart, where will we get our chance!"

Matt slumped onto the table, radiating a lifeless aura.

Zalia was discussing breakfast with Jiang Zihan when she saw him like this. Feeling helpless, she picked up a chocolate ball and threw it at Matt's head: "Don't say things like that. It's not the last minute yet."

Matt caught the chocolate ball, tore open the shell, and popped it into his mouth.

He normally never eats high-calorie junk food, but he's so anxious right now that he desperately needs dessert to refresh his mind.

“Zalia, don’t fool yourself. In this situation, how can we fight? Unless Walmart has gone mad, why would he give us such a good opportunity?”

Matt kept complaining.

He didn't notice that Zalia was winking at him, resting her chin on her hand, and sighing, "Maybe we really have no hope this time."

"Cough cough cough." Zarya couldn't help but cough heavily a few times.

Matt finally realized what was happening, looked up and met Zalia's gaze. His body stiffened, and his neck slowly turned back like a robot. Then he saw Wen Chan and Zhang Yurong standing at the door.

"Boss, Miss Wen, I can explain!"

Matt hurriedly stood up, his face flushed red.

Zhang Yurong waved her hand, pulling her suitcase, and only then did everyone notice that she and Mi Lin were both carrying luggage.

"Boss, what are you guys doing..." Li Yi came back from outside, bringing a takeout McDonald's breakfast.

It's too early; even if you order takeout, no one will deliver it, so Li Yi has to run the errand.

Wen Chan said, "Boss, go back to New York first. We'll put everything on hold for now."

"Pause?!" Matt and the others suddenly stood up, dumbfounded. They had finally gotten a sliver of a chance again.

Even if someone as pessimistic as Matt feels there's no hope, nobody wants to surrender so quickly.

Wen Chan said calmly, "Yes, the case has been suspended. We've released word that we're no longer collecting any information."

"Why?" Darren asked incredulously, his hands slamming on the table, veins bulging on his neck. "Give us a reason!"

"There is no reason."

Wen Chan shook her head and said, "May and I have discussed it. Everyone has worked hard these past few days. For the next few days, everyone can travel and rest here, but you still have to come back to stay every day. Apart from that, you can do whatever you want. The company will reimburse your travel expenses."

Everyone was stunned.

Zhang Yurong nodded to everyone: "What Wen said is exactly what I wanted to say. There are still some things to do in New York, so Mi Lin and I will go back ahead of time. You all should rest here for a few days and come back later."

She looked at Li Yi and said, "Could you please call us a car?"

Li Yi subconsciously agreed, put down his breakfast, picked up the phone, and mechanically dialed a taxi company to call a car over.

His mind was still completely blank; he had no idea what was going on.

Wen Chan and Zhang Yurong exchanged a glance. Zhang Yurong nodded slightly, and Wen Chan returned the nod.