Zhao Xiaohui turned her head to look at the man who approached again, her expression slightly changed.
"Mr. Wang, I might not be available."
The oily middle-aged man saw Zhao Xiaohui refuse, his expression turned somewhat unpleasant, his gaze swept to Li Feng sitting opposite, with evident hostility in his eyes.
"Miss Zhao, you'd better think it over. The amount in this deal I have in hand is over a billion, the commission for you won't be small."
"If you're not available, I can only find someone else. After all, connecting people is not something only you can do, Miss Zhao."
The oily middle-aged man squinted at Zhao Xiaohui with a look that said he had her cornered.
"Miss Zhao, you should think carefully before answering, this is a billion dollars."
Zhao Xiaohui felt a bit disgusted inside. Did this greasy guy really think she was some cheap woman who could be bought into bed with money?
