"Let's talk about it, seven towns, a total of seven Dongfeng Restaurants, what's the total price?" Master Zhao became somewhat interested and began to inquire about the price.
Upon hearing this, a hint of smugness crossed Li Fuyou's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly upwards, "Master Zhao, Dongfeng Restaurant is currently in trouble, the price is very appealing, I guarantee you'll be satisfied."
"How much?"
Li Fuyou stretched out his hand and gestured the price.
Master Zhao had a good idea of the worth of Dongfeng Restaurant and, upon seeing the gesture Li Fuyou made, it was indeed much lower than the actual value. However, times had changed and Dongfeng Restaurant was in its hour of need, so its price had naturally plummeted. He still could press for a lower price, so he put on a not-so-satisfied expression.
His brows were deeply furrowed, and his complexion wasn't too pleasant either, "Young Master Li, you don't seem to have offered your utmost sincerity."
