Hub City, New Western Headquarters, Conference Room 3.
Lina sat at the head of the table, her fingertips gently rubbing a drafted Magic Power contract.
The atmosphere across from her was somewhat stagnant. This was the third and final round of negotiations regarding the procurement of "alchemical copper ingots."
Three material supplier representatives from the Langge Chamber of Commerce had been stalling here for two hours.
"Ms. Lina, this price really cannot be lowered any further." The lead representative, a middle-aged Wizard with gaunt cheeks, spoke in a firm tone, but the exhaustion in his eyes could not be concealed. "This is already our bottom line. Any lower, and we will be taking a loss."
Lina didn't speak; she only smiled.
Her Emotion Spectrum Vision had been active for twenty minutes.
