Ye Chen's tone was very cold.
Zhou Fei was also stunned for a moment, not expecting that Ye Chen would be so disrespectful.
Seeing that being gentle didn't work, Zhou Fei's gaze turned cold: "Two million, vacate the room and leave."
After deducting expenses, Ye Chen could still earn hundreds of thousands, which to Zhou Fei, should have already given Ye Chen enough face.
Ye Chen was already somewhat impatient and waved his hand, saying, "Get lost, I don't want to see you. Best roll far away."
Zhou Fei's face turned cold; he didn't expect this young man to be so tough.
Not only did he not give himself face, but he actually told him to scram directly.
"You..." Zhou Fei's face changed slightly.
At this time, a light and airy voice came from outside: "President Zhou, not done yet? If there's no Emperor Private Room and no beauties, then this deal can't be negotiated."
At this moment, two people walked in from outside.
