"Hello, Mr. Yuan," she said, extending her hand to him.
The man was none other than Fujiwara Ize.
He watched Mo Ran’s slender palm with a shallow smile, a sharp glint briefly flashing in his eyes.
Standing up, Fujiwara Ize took her hand politely, "Hello, Miss Mo Ran. It’s a pleasure to meet you."
He didn’t say, "It’s a pleasure to know you," but "It’s a pleasure to meet you." His tone was strange, but Mo Ran didn’t think much of it.
After sitting down, Mo Yan took out the collaboration proposal and explained it to Mo Ran.
"This is the plan designed by Mr. Yuan, Ranran, see what you think. I have already reviewed it, and I’ve also had a lawyer examine it; we haven’t found any issues."
Mo Ran nodded, "If there are no problems, then I won’t look at it."
After all, she didn’t understand these matters.
"Is Mr. Yuan Singaporean Chinese?" she asked him.
"Correct. My mother is Chinese, and my father is Singaporean." In truth, he had only told half the truth, his mother was indeed Chinese, but his father was Japanese.
And the previous head of the Fujiwara Family.
"Mr. Yuan’s Chinese is very fluent; one can’t tell at all that you grew up abroad," Mo Yan added with a smile.
He nodded, "I have been speaking Chinese since I was young, so there is no accent that someone can pinpoint."
He was more than proficient in Chinese.
Japanese, English, French, German, Spanish... He could speak many, many languages fluently.
Mo Ran glanced at him, noting that although he was constantly smiling, he gave her a sense of danger.
She couldn’t explain why, but his gaze was different from ordinary people’s; it seemed devoid of emotion.
They were either the eyes of someone who had seen through the worldly facade or those of a person with deep schemes.
Having been with Gu Yixuan for so long, her ability to read people was a bit higher than the average person’s.
"Why did Mr. Yuan think of collaborating with us to open a dance class? After all, it’s just a small dance class and can’t bring in much profit," Mo Ran got straight to the point.
Fujiwara Ize smiled lightly, his fingers neatly tapping on the table. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on noveⅼfire.net
"My mother is a dance enthusiast and also Chinese. Coming to W City this time, my goals are to expand my business here and to tour China to understand it better. Seeing you are opening a dance class, it reminded me of my mother; she would be very happy if she knew I was helping you with the dance class. My cooperation with you isn’t for profit; it’s purely in the hope of bringing a smile to my mother’s face."