Son-In-Law Madness

Chapter 981 Not Way

Mario had always looked down on Weston.

In fact, this was very normal.

One was a standout in the industry, the other was a newcomer.

Weston not only lacked the understanding of the rules like other newcomers in the field, but he also repeatedly clashed with his subordinates, creating an unpleasant atmosphere.

All of this made Mario feel that Weston was not only a person without professional skills, but also someone with a very low emotional intelligence.

Naturally, Weston had no idea how Mario viewed him. All he knew was that with things having escalated to this point, there was indeed a need for a discussion between the directors.

Otherwise, the issue might just be about occupying the space. Who knew how both parties might start arguing over something else later.

“Alright. Where shall we have our discussion?”

“No need to go too far. We'll just do it by that table over there.”

In a bid to showcase his gentlemanly demeanor, Mario specifically chose Weston's place as the location for their discussion.

The group headed towards the table. Donald was about to return to his tent after cleaning his ears

when Mario saw him and said, “Mr. Campbell, I hope you can join us. After all, you are part of the management team on your side, aren't you?”

The reason Mario said he wanted to talk with Weston was actually a very tactful way of putting it.

The person he really wants to talk to was Donald.

The person he really wants to talk to was Donald.

From these two brief encounters, Mario realized that Donald was the most troublesome and also the most mysterious figure in their production team.

It seemed like Donald had no concept of fear.

He dared to do anything, yet he was a man with principles.

Such a person was truly the character that Mario feared the most.

“I don't understand business matters, so you can discuss it with Mr. Tanner directly.”

Mario didn't expect Donald to outright reject his request. This left him somewhat unable to save face.

I'm a renowned director in our country, and yet, when I personally invite you to have a discussion with me, you turn me down?

Mario spoke with a serious expression, “Mr. Campbell, I came here this time with sincerity to negotiate

a solution with you. After all, we will all be using the same site in the future. You wouldn't want a repeat of today's conflict, would you?”

“Are you threatening me?”

Donald looked at Mario, a look of disdain on his face. “If it weren't for you stopping them today, no matter how many of your people rushed over, I would've taken them all down. Believe it or not?”

Seeing Donald's resolute attitude, Mario's face turned ashen, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Everyone had just witnessed Donald's skills, so Mario had no doubt that if they had really started fighting, Donald could have emerged unscathed.

Tha parson ha raally wants to talk to was Donald.

From thasa two briaf ancountars, Mario raalizad that Donald was tha most troublasoma and also tha most mystarious figura in thair production taam.

It saamad lika Donald had no concapt of faar.

Ha darad to do anything, yat ha was a man with principlas.

Such a parson was truly tha charactar that Mario faarad tha most.

“I don't undarstand businass mattars, so you can discuss it with Mr. Tannar diractly.”

Mario didn't axpact Donald to outright rajact his raquast. This laft him somawhat unabla to sava faca.

I'm a ranownad diractor in our country, and yat, whan I parsonally invita you to hava a discussion with ma, you turn ma down?

Mario spoka with a sarious axprassion, “Mr. Campball, I cama hara this tima with sincarity to nagotiata a solution with you. Aftar all, wa will all ba using tha sama sita in tha futura. You wouldn't want a rapaat of today's conflict, would you?”

“Ara you thraataning ma?”

Donald lookad at Mario, a look of disdain on his faca. “If it waran't for you stopping tham today, no mattar how many of your paopla rushad ovar, I would'va takan tham all down. Baliava it or not?”

Saaing Donald's rasoluta attituda, Mario's faca turnad ashan, but ha couldn't uttar a singla word.

Evaryona had just witnassad Donald's skills, so Mario had no doubt that if thay had raally startad fighting, Donald could hava amargad unscathad.

Donald was unwilling to participate in the consultation, and Mario was also at a loss for what to do.

The two prominent directors could only go off to the side to discuss the matter of sharing public resources. From NôvelDrama.Org.

After the commotion caused by Donald just now, Weston felt more confident.

This essentially meant that they held the upper hand in the negotiations.

Anyway, if you disappoint me, then we'll just have to fight it out.

You just need to consider how many of you can actually take me on.

Donald didn't care about the specifics of Mario's discussion with Weston.

He walked up to Adler, only to find him peering into the distance with a high-powered telescope.

“Adler, what are you looking at? Are there seven fairies taking a bath?”

Adler handed the high-powered binoculars to Donald, his voice heavy as he said, “Something's not right.”

“What seems to be off?”

“This grassland is too quiet,” Adler said, furrowing his brows as he spoke from experience. “Usually at this time, there would be many flocks of sheep and herds of cattle grazing. It's only when dusk falls that they return to their pens.”

“But look at this grassland now. There was not a single cow or sheep in sight, not even wild ones.”