Next, David Carter was busy for several days in Xinlong Building... Of course, the rewards brought by this hard work made David Carter overjoyed—when it came time to settle accounts, a big pie fell from the sky, almost making him dizzy with happiness.

　　After all the work was inspected and accepted, Miss Jenkins had the finance department issue a check to David Carter, settling the final payment. When seeing David Carter out, she gave him a polite compliment on his excellent service. In the corridor, a foreign new tenant casually chimed in with a sentence in English. Miss Jenkins immediately turned serious, exchanged a few words in English with the foreigner, then turned back to David Carter and said solemnly, “This new tenant has observed your work these past few days and thinks you’re very diligent. He’s decided to order a set of office equipment from you. He wants the best quality and doesn’t care about the price.”

　　After a brief pause, Miss Jenkins continued with a serious expression, “I want a ten percent translation service fee. You give him a quote, raise the price a bit, and include my ten percent in it.”

　　Standing opposite David Carter was a white man in his forties, with neatly combed light brown hair, wearing a suit of some unknown brand—but just from the workmanship, it was clearly top-notch. His tie was perfectly knotted, and he wore a pair of finely crafted soft-soled sheepskin shoes.

　　Beside the foreigner stood a hotel staff member, also sharply dressed, speaking fluent English with an even more authentic accent than the foreigner—this person was probably the hotel’s business department manager, in charge of leasing office spaces. Judging by his presence, it seemed the foreigner had just finished negotiating a rental contract with the hotel.

　　Miss Jenkins was the company’s business department manager, so she was responsible for final confirmation and inspection of these deals, and for instructing the finance department to issue checks. The foreigner’s newly rented office was right across from Miss Jenkins’s company. The newly leased office had its door open; from outside, you could see it wasn’t very large, about two hundred square meters, just enough for a boss’s desk and a few employee desks. If too much office equipment was added, there might not even be room left for a reception area.

　　This foreigner was running a small company, as there was no sign at the door, so it was unclear what type of business it was. David Carter was considering what price to quote when the middle-aged foreigner reached out and, in fluent Chinese, countered Miss Jenkins, “A ten percent translation fee is too high. I suggest, as is customary, you get three percent.”

　　Miss Jenkins immediately blushed and was left speechless. David Carter quickly interjected, “May I ask what equipment you need, sir? We need to see the list before setting a price.”

　　The foreigner shook hands with David Carter and introduced himself, “My name is Thor, which translates to ‘tower’ in Chinese... You can call me Mr. Tate. I need a computer with very fast processing speed, and a high-capacity server to store company data. Other than that, I don’t have any special requirements for other equipment.”

　　David Carter quickly bowed, “I’ll put together the best configuration for you... Mr. Tate, I’ll come by first thing tomorrow morning with a quote.”

　　Miss Jenkins looked a bit embarrassed. She waved at David Carter and hurried back to her own company. Thor didn’t mind, reaching out to shake David Carter’s hand: “Alright, I look forward to your service.”

　　As they shook hands, David Carter realized he wasn’t wearing gloves—he’d taken them off earlier to receive the check from Miss Jenkins. Worried that Thor might get a static shock from him, he tried to pull his hand back, but Thor was too quick, and in the blink of an eye their hands were already clasped.

　　No static electricity. This time, David Carter didn’t discharge any static... or rather, David Carter did, but the other party didn’t feel a thing.

Chapter 6: A Cat Smelling Fish

　　When David Carter rushed back to the company to report, Helen Foster became furious as soon as she heard how the deal went: “You fool! You should have quoted a price first to lock him in, then used the excuse of upgrading the configuration to adjust the price—these days, salespeople are everywhere. If you didn’t give him a price on the spot, just watch, tonight, every salesperson in China will be running to Thor... Where is it? Give me the address, I’ll go over and keep an eye on things. We can’t let the fish slip off the hook.”

　　“Hey, hey, hey, that’s crossing the line,” boss Brian Cooper tapped the table, reminding her, “Poaching clients from others is fine—I encourage it, I support it, I’ve got your back—but not within our own company. Whoever contacts the customer first gets them. No breaking the rules.”

　　After speaking, Brian Cooper kindly patted David Carter on the shoulder: “No matter what it is, high-end products have thick profit margins. That foreigner wants the best products—ha! Maybe what you make from this one deal, Little David, will be more than what we make selling home computers for a whole month... Hurry up! Did you hear what Helen just said? Go keep a close eye on that foreigner, don’t mess this up. Little David, you’ve got a fat fish this time—bite down and don’t let go!”

　　After hearing all this, David Carter felt quite anxious. He hurried back to the building, and sure enough, there was a crowd of salespeople gathered at the door of Thor’s new office... Fortunately, when luck comes, nothing can stop it. Although Helen Foster’s prediction was right, Mr. Thor immediately turned down the salespeople’s barrage of pitches and insisted on choosing David Carter—with only one extra request: David Carter had to handle the installation and testing, and verify the computer’s performance.

　　As for the verification method, it was to run a large-scale game.