'This!'
'She has conditions?'
'Isn't it free?'
Feng Shan froze when he heard her, his brow furrowing tightly.
A look of astonishment crossed his face, and for a moment, he was speechless.
His mind raced, desperately trying to think of what he could possibly offer Natasha in exchange for that Fishing Permit.
But after wracking his brain...
...his mind came up blank. Feng Shan realized he had no bargaining chips to speak of.
After a moment's hesitation, he steeled himself and said through gritted teeth,
"I'm willing to pay 2 million US Dollars for a Fishing Permit."
He clearly lacked confidence as he said this, not holding out much hope.
"Do you think I'm someone who needs money?" Seeing Feng Shan's crestfallen expression, Natasha felt an inexplicable sense of delight. The corners of her mouth curved up into a smug smile as she teased him.
To her, 2 million US Dollars was an insignificant sum.
