Zhang Yarong stared daggers at Li Xu, his chest heaving. He was clearly wrestling with a difficult decision.
Finally, he gritted his teeth.
"I'll have someone wire you the money."
The words were practically squeezed through his clenched teeth.
After the transaction was complete, Zhang Yarong clutched the packet of powder, worth nine million, feeling the sting in his wallet.
Before leaving, he shot Li Xu a vicious glare and delivered a parting shot. "Dr. Li, business is business, and work is work. This behavior of yours, jacking up the price on the spot, is a great disappointment to me. As for you joining Ding's Pharmaceutical Factory... I think there's no need for us to cooperate any further."
With that, he stomped off in a huff.
Li Xu watched his retreating back and shrugged.
'Good riddance.'
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「Feng City Suburbs, Hot Spring Mountain.」
This place had once been a barren, untamed wilderness.
