Gu Xiyan and her two companions watched Trotsky gripping the boxer shorts with a fascinated expression, all feeling an extreme burning sensation in their eyes.
Other customers in the café also noticed this scene, exhibiting looks of disgust, and began to whisper and point at them.
Realizing the situation, Gu Xiyan was so embarrassed that she wished she could find a hole to crawl into.
And just as Trotsky was about to engage in even more outrageous behavior...
Gu Xiyan couldn't stand it any longer, snatched Mu Jinyu's boxer shorts back from Trotsky's hands, swiftly folding them into a bunch, then clutching them tightly in her hand, ready to discard them later.
Then, she looked at Trotsky with a cold gaze, and said icily, "Mr. Trotsky, I need you to give me an explanation."
"It's just this smell, it's too intoxicating..." Trotsky did not offer an explanation, just kept muttering this phrase to himself.
Although he was disappointed that the fabric was taken from him, he was still lost in the scent, unable to extricate himself.
Seeing this, Gu Xiyan said nothing more. Feeling the judgmental stares from everyone around her, she could no longer bear to stay, and, pulling Yu Linglong with her, she walked out with her head down and her face grim.
Once Gu Xiyan and Yu Linglong left, Trotsky gradually snapped out of the obsession with the scent that had enthralled him.
He was aware of his own improper behavior, and the scorn he had received from those around him, but he felt only a bit embarrassed in his heart and did not regret his actions. In fact, he felt honored and proud.
Wang Huanhuan didn't leave. Although she really didn't want to sit with Trotsky, feeling as if a foul odor was creeping toward her every second, she had to swallow her pride for the sake of the partnership.
"Mr. Trotsky, what was that all about just now? They've left, so what about our partnership..." When Wang Huanhuan spoke, she too was on guard, extremely cautious.
Trotsky ignored Wang Huanhuan, only truly waking up when she mentioned that Gu Xiyan had left. His face changed, and he quickly got up from his seat, not bothering to pack his things and dashed outside.
Wang Huanhuan was baffled, not understanding what he was up to!
But since Trotsky had left, naturally, she had to follow him.
Gu Xiyan, dragging Yu Linglong with her, hurried out of the café that had made her feel so utterly embarrassed. Because of anger and shame, she had forgotten for a moment that she was still tightly holding onto the piece of fabric in her hand.
Meanwhile, Trotsky had chased after them, looking around. When he spotted the two women, he immediately started running towards them. His team could not hold him back.
Soon, Trotsky caught up to the two women, who were walking slowly, and stood in front of them, panting and saying, "Ladies, please wait, huff… May I ask if those men's boxer shorts, huff… can be sold to me?! No price is an issue, and our partnership… I can sign the contract with you right away!"
Gu Xiyan and Yu Linglong looked repulsed as Trotsky ran out to stop them. However, after they heard what he had to say, they couldn't help but be shocked.
My God?
I didn't hear that wrong, did I?
Selling these boxer shorts to him, money is no object?
And the contract can be signed on the spot?!
Gu Xiyan and Yu Linglong exchanged a look, wondering if there was something wrong with their ears.
Or rather, was there something wrong with Trotsky's head?
Right, Trotsky's head should indeed have some issues. He probably didn't even know who the owner of the boxer shorts was, did he? And he wants to buy them for his collection?!
Wrong, it must be the boxer shorts that had the problem.
Even if Trotsky was an eccentric with odd tastes, he wouldn't just spend a lot of money to buy any random pair of men's boxer shorts.
The root of the problem still lies with Mu Jinyu's boxer shorts.
These boxer shorts, they absolutely have a problem.
Wang Huanhuan, who had just caught up, heard Trotsky's last sentence and was also stunned, feeling it was unbelievable and forgot to speak for a moment.
Gu Xiyan's mind was working quickly, and shortly after Trotsky finished speaking, she replied, "Mr. Trotsky, I'm sorry, these boxer shorts aren't mine...they're my friend's, he left them here and forgot to take them back."
Trotsky immediately asked eagerly, "Then can you give me your friend's contact information? I really want to buy this piece of cloth..."
"This..." Gu Xiyan was suddenly embarrassed.
She wasn't pretending or trying to tease Trotsky; it was because she couldn't find Mu Jinyu either!
However, Trotsky thought that Gu Xiyan was hinting at him, and immediately said, "Contract, bring out the most lenient one you have prepared. I'll sign it right now, as long as you can lead me to the owner of this cloth."
Usually, when two parties discuss cooperation, they naturally don't prepare just one contract but two or three different ones, or even more.
As for which contract will be signed in the end, it depends on the situation.
Originally, Gu Xiyan was prepared to sign the contract that conceded the most to Trotsky, which meant they wouldn't make much profit, merely to increase their influence.
But now, because of Mu Jinyu's boxer shorts, even Trotsky, who had previously been hinting at them in various ways, chose the contract with the most lenient terms?
Gu Xiyan felt more and more that there was a problem with Mu Jinyu's boxer shorts.
And Wang Huanhuan, standing to the side and listening, felt as if the sky were falling.
Damn, what the hell is this?
For a pair of boxer shorts, is it worth it?!
She couldn't help but say on the spot, "Mr. Trotsky, it's just a pair of boxer shorts, is it really necessary? If you want this style of underwear, I can prepare dozens, hundreds for you anytime..."
"You don't know shit!"
Trotsky, upon hearing Wang Huanhuan's words, seemed to feel his faith had been insulted. He immediately turned back and glared at her fiercely, cursed at her, then began to laugh at Wang Huanhuan's inability to recognize Gold Inlaid with Jade:
"What do you know? Do you think these boxer shorts can be found just anywhere? Their origin is great and boundless, beyond your imagination..."