Tony nods, already in a (slightly) better mood. He follows Xuiyu into the room and repeats to the translator what he'd gone over with Zanru and Xuiyu.

There's going to be plenty of details to work out, for an official contract, so he prepares himself to spend a while in here hashing it out. As boring as it's likely to be, one of his dad's cardinal rules was: never sign a contract if you don't know exactly what you're signing up for.