Ye Wanwan scrupulously reiterated the matter, her face filling with fury after she finished speaking as if she wanted nothing more than to shred the Direct Line into a million pieces.
“Oh? That happened?” Yi Lingjun looked pensive.
Ye Wanwan nodded vehemently. “Yes yes yes! I didn’t expect the Direct Line to act like that… We suffered enormous losses, so I wanted to seek out the Arbitration Council to return justice to me!”
“The contract that the Fearless Alliance and the Direct Line signed was an exclusive contract through the Arbitration Council. By acting this way, the Direct Line breaking faith was minor, but their actions were the same as disrespecting the Arbitration Council. Forget that the Direct Line disrespected the Arbitration Council, but the Direct Line was also disrespecting you, President Yi. I don’t know what you think about this, but if it were me, I wouldn’t be able to stand it.” Ye Wanwan ended with a shake of her head.
“Mm, if it’s as you said, then the Direct Line is truly gutsy and insolent and has publicly challenged the Arbitration Council’s authority,” Yi Lingjun said.
Ye Wanwan’s eyes sparkled, and her head bobbed like a chick pecking at grains. “That’s right, exactly! They’re too gutsy and insolent! They’re utterly lawless and must be given a punishment so that they can serve as a warning to others!”
“Mn.” Yi Lingjun smiled faintly. “Then what do you think is an appropriate way for the Arbitration Council to handle this matter?”
“Um, that’s up to you, President Yi. I wouldn’t dare to overstep… I suggest having the Direct Line provide compensation for 10 times the Fearless Alliance’s losses. As long as the Direct Line agrees to this compensation, the Fearless Alliance isn’t unreasonable and is willing to let things be resolved like that,” Ye Wanwan responded with a smile.
“Well”—Yi Lingjun stared at Ye Wanwan—”Miss Nie, a mere verbal statement isn’t a guarantee. What evidence do you have to prove you’re telling the truth? After all, the Arbitration Council can’t merely listen to your side of the story.”
“I have it! Of course I do!” Ye Wanwan hastily pulled out the alliance treaty agreement that she carried everywhere and handed it to Yi Lingjun.
“President Yi, look—this is the contract I signed with the Direct Line back then. Every term is written clearly on paper and there are even handprints!” Ye Wanwan seriously pointed at the two handprints.
Yi Lingjun picked up the contract and examined it for a moment before nodding. “Indeed, this is the contract the Arbitration Council distributed to every state, and this is also the original document.”
“Um… so, President Yi, about what I just said…” Ye Wanwan’s lips stretched into a big smile.
“What did you say?” Yi Lingjun asked in confusion.
“Having the Direct Line compensate for 10 times the Fearless Alliance’s damage! How did you forget?” Ye Wanwan asked.
“That won’t do, that won’t do.” Yi Lingjun shook his head.
Ye Wanwan furrowed her brows. “Is that too much…? Alright, I also think we’re demanding an exorbitant price. How about… eight times… never mind, I’ll take President Yi into consideration and ask for six times.”
“That also won’t work,” Yi Lingjun said.
Ye Wanwan’s eyes turned. “Heh… President Yi, look—I came to Tianshui City in great haste this time and didn’t bring you any greeting gift. How about this: Make the Direct Line compensate for six times my losses, and you can take 30%, President Yi…”
“Mn, not bad. You’re a promising student.” Yi Lingjun nodded lightly.
Ye Wanwan secretly curled her lips. She thought the President of the Arbitration Council was very noble and virtuous, but it turned out he was this kind of president.
“Although I’m very tempted, you, unfortunately, don’t have any evidence, so how should I make the Direct Line compensate you, Miss Nie?” Yi Lingjun sighed.