"Whether this works or not is something you know best, President Ma. With Yong'an's growth rate, your room for development will only shrink. The ten million I'm offering is by no means a low price."
Lin Jiang stood up, seemingly with no intention of chatting any further.
"Give it some more thought, President Ma. If you drag this out too long, I might not be able to offer such a high price."
Ma Hongbo's expression faltered for a moment, but he finally extended his hand.
"My bottom line is thirteen million. Let's both give it some more thought."
"My offer still stands."
"Fine."
Ma Hongbo saw the three of them out, and after exchanging a few more pleasantries at the factory gate, Lin Jiang drove away.
"I feel like even ten million is a bit high, and he wants thirteen? He's dreaming," Yang Tao complained.
"That's just business. He wants to make a little extra, and you can't blame him for that."
"But will he agree to ten million?"
