As soon as Grand Duke Liam was mentioned, Richard became a bit more serious, but still refused to give up:
"Fine, out of respect for the Grand Duke, we'll split the white liquor one to nine."
Without asking, Corbin knew who got one and who got nine: "No way. Three to seven."
"Forget it, I'm too lazy to argue with you. Two to eight. Any more nonsense and you won't get a drop. If you can beat me, just come and rob me." Richard waved his hand irritably.
Eric watched the whole process. This development was completely different from what he had imagined. You guys just divided it up like that? Wait a minute, I haven't stated the price yet!
His head shook back and forth following the two sides speaking. Hesitating for a moment, he said:
