What a load of crap, Su Ziceng cursed inwardly, but her face remained stoic as always. She knew it was time to throw in her last bargaining chip, "If the government can submit this report to the Mining Department, I can promise that the Su Family will sell coal to Mo City Thermal Power Bureau at twenty percent below market price every year."
Her words landed with impact, like a sudden gust of hot wind that made the Mayor's head swell. A twenty percent discount was significant; the coal produced by the Su Family was top-grade within the country. If they were willing to offer such a discount, it would undoubtedly be great news.
"I'm saying, don't you get it," Mr. Fei chirped incessantly like a ceaseless cicada.
"Old Fei," the Mayor extended two fingers, tapping lightly on the table as his gaze returned to Su Ziceng's face.
