"So Mr. Lance, you'd better find a qualified lawyer in case you lose the lawsuit, and you might not get a penny, but also have to pay us a large sum in damages."
Lance didn't show him any pleasantries, even though he knew that the decision power was at the company's headquarters, "Hope you can still smile about it later."
After saying that, he hung up the phone, and Lenny turned to Bridge sitting next to him, "He refused, you heard."
By now, most contracts had been dealt with; only a few stubborn characters remained unyielding.
Lance was one of them; to this point, Bridge still had no idea why Lance was so adamant that the price of grapes would surge!
Unless he had some insider information or, as he suspected, had made secret deals with certain people in the company.
But that seemed unlikely; if Lance were a capitalist or from one of the other two corporate groups, he might have such an opportunity.
But he was just a gang leader; what did he know about futures?
