She still couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing.
Uncle Meng's vehicle and boxes got stolen?
Wen Yan shot Zhuge Wanjun a sidelong glance; he could tell what she was thinking right away.
"I didn't steal these, he died at the time, so I just picked them up.
Then, after he revived, he wanted them back for free, barged in here—where would you find such a sweet deal these days?
I don't have any use for these things anyway, and can't even open them. Could you help draw up a contract, I'll sign it with him."
Also, what do you think of the terms?"
"You really are going all in; life-saving stuff is always the most precious, no one ever sells it." Zhuge Wanjun said honestly.
"Good, then add all the other trade terms too.
When I buy from him, it'll be a fixed low price, if he can accept it, he's not allowed to haggle.
And if I sell things to him, he can't try to scam me either. I'll name a price, if he can accept it, he can't lowball me."
