"That's right, this company was invested in and founded by Uncle Moore, and he also serves as the chairman." Feifei Owen saw that he still dared to mention Uncle Moore at a time like this, which made her even angrier. She almost gritted her teeth as she said, "But right now, the president of this company is me. Henry Walker, listen to me carefully. Uncle Moore has officially authorized me to manage this company and given me absolute authority over personnel appointments. So, whether you can work here or not, the decision is in my hands."

Henry Walker noticed her tone had turned harsher, which struck him as a bit odd. Just as he was about to tease her out of boredom, he saw that middle-aged, chubby, balding uncle winking at him furiously, then secretly gesturing angrily at Feifei Owen with his mouth. Henry Walker smiled back at him, suddenly feeling mischievous, so he put on a look of nervousness and flattery, moved closer, and said with a fawning smile, "Well, pretty lady, let's talk this out, talk this out. I just didn't know you were the one in charge here. Please forgive my ignorance of the rules, my apologies, my apologies."

Those words "pretty lady" were a bit too grating, but at least his attitude in admitting fault was good. Feifei Owen's anger subsided a little; after all, for the sake of Uncle Moore's reputation, she had to show some restraint, and she wasn't completely ignorant of traditional Chinese culture. After all, Uncle Moore and her father had a very close relationship and had helped her father many times.

"Fine, let me ask you some other questions." Feifei Owen's tone softened slightly, but she still added coldly, "Also, I would appreciate it if Mr. Walker could use a more formal form of address." As she spoke, her head, still groggy from a hangover, felt a bit dizzy again, so she picked up her coffee and took another sip.

"Alright, alright. As you wish." Henry Walker tilted his head and thought for a moment, then tentatively and nervously said, "How about... pretty niece? Are you satisfied with that?"

"Pfft~"

Feifei Owen was so choked by his words that she completely lost her composure and sprayed her drink out, her almond-shaped eyes wide with disbelief as she glared at him. Did this man have no sense of shame or common sense at all? She stared at him coldly and said, enunciating each word, "Mr. Walker, please mind your address and choice of words. I'm not in the mood to joke with you right now. Please show some respect."

"I'm not joking either. Old Moore and I are friends despite the age gap—we're brothers through thick and thin. If you don't believe me, you can call Old Moore to verify." Henry Walker said with a straight face, "And you call Old Moore Uncle Moore. According to our Chinese tradition, you should call me Uncle Walker. And my niece is actually quite pretty—this is just an elder giving you a compliment. You should say, 'Thank you, Uncle Walker.' By the way, what's your father's name? Maybe I know him too. I don't have many virtues, but I do have a lot of friends."

"Uncle Walker?" Feifei Owen's fair and delicate face started to turn a bit ashen, her brows arching slightly as she gritted her teeth and said each word with force. She had made up her mind—if he dared to answer to that title, Feifei Owen would rather give up being president than let him into the company.

But she underestimated Henry Walker's ability to read people. He simply waved his hand generously, "Forget it, forget it. Actually, we're about the same age, so let's just address each other as equals. You can just call me Henry Walker. Or, if you want, you can call me Big Brother Walker."

David Turner wanted to laugh but didn't dare, holding it in so hard his stomach hurt. He really admired this fearless young man, who even dared to tease this executioner.

"Alright, Mr. Walker." Feifei Owen felt that if she kept arguing with him, she'd probably end up with heart disease even if she didn't have it already, so she hurriedly waved her hand and said, "Forget it, I won't argue with you anymore. You've passed the interview. Oh, and one last question: why did you choose this company?"

As soon as she asked this, the playful smile disappeared from Henry Walker's face, replaced by a brief silence. With a snap, he lit a cigarette, his expression turning serious, deep, and tinged with a faint sadness.

His whole demeanor changed in an instant. He seemed completely different from before. This made Feifei Owen pause in surprise, her heart skipping a beat. She thought to herself, if Uncle Moore holds this man in such high regard, he must have some extraordinary qualities. Could it be that beneath his playful, unruly exterior, he hides some remarkable abilities? Does he have an untold story? Or perhaps a heart full of grand ambition?

Feifei Owen had studied some Chinese classics and history, and knew that many great figures in history liked to do things in unconventional ways.

For a moment, Feifei Owen blamed herself for losing her composure and breaking her usual principle of focusing on the matter, not the person. She thought it best not to offend a talented person. With this in mind, she found herself secretly looking forward to what kind of admirable words this man might say. She didn't even mind that he dared to smoke in her office.

Henry Walker exhaled a heavy puff of smoke and said in a hoarse, low voice, "After drifting around for a few years, I finally realized how harsh society is and how cruel the world can be. I just got back to Huahai City and I'm short on cash, so I thought of how Old Moore still owes me a favor. So I asked him to find me a job to make a living. He said I could come work at his company, so here I am."