After some haggling, both sides finally agreed on a fifty-fifty split.
It was just as Xiao Feng had predicted down to the smallest detail; Hua Ling's character was the type that would never accept a loss.
If it weren't for the earlier proposals of "ninety-ten" and "eighty-nine to eleven," even a fifty-fifty split might not satisfy the "little witch."
"Are you satisfied now?" Xiao Feng said, sounding quite frustrated.
"Hmm... it's alright, I guess."
"Then stop dawdling and lead the way!"
Hua Ling was in high spirits and didn't mind Xiao Feng's tone. As they walked, she said, "By the way, we only talked about the fifty-fifty split, but didn't say how much money we could actually split."
"Who can say for sure? Let's just take whatever we can get."
"Just give me an estimate or a minimum amount."
"As a minimum..." Xiao Feng pretended to think seriously and said, "How about ten or eight bucks?"
