"Sis, what's wrong?!"
The door to the private room was thrown open, and a burly, menacing man stormed in.
He bore a slight resemblance to Bao Cuilian. His name was Bao Dacheng, and the moment he entered, he fixed a predatory glare on Shen Lingxue and Su Yanyun.
"Dacheng, our company is worth at least thirty million. But these two kept lowballing me, so of course, I had to give a little. But even after I dropped the price to twenty million, they would only offer fifteen. Do you really think they're here to negotiate in good faith?" Bao Cuilian pulled out a pack of cigarettes and placed one between her lips.
"Sis, you were already being generous, but these two bitches don't know what's good for them!"
Bao Dacheng growled, grinding his teeth. "You should head out. I'll take care of things here. I promise that in ten minutes... no, half an hour... I'll give you a result you'll be happy with."
"Alright, little brother. Do be gentle, won't you?"
