"Well, Mister Xiaoyun. Looks like we don't have a deal?" Wu Min asked, his face looking at ease.
"Is there really no room for negotiation? I can bring my transportation for those people who want to move to my settlement."
"That could work. But you'll be responsible for the food cost when they are waiting for your transportation."
Xiaoyun once again fell into silence. Accepting the deal here looks good in theory, but it was a lose-lose situation for him.
They were getting all the benefit of lightening the population burden while he was stuck with transporting the refugees, resettling them, and on top of the food.
"Mister Wu Min, don't you think you are a little too greedy with your counteroffer?"
"I'm only dealing with what I'm given... Xiaoyun, I'm going to be real with you. I think you're overestimating our capability with this issue."
"How so?"
"You heard of what happened in the north? The one in the capital?"
