Under the sunshade.
Wang Xiaoming sat motionless, a dark, diamond-shaped awl placed on the table before him.
As for Yang Jian, he had left.
"He refused?" Li Jun suddenly appeared beside him.
Wang Xiaoming said, "He'll agree. He just needs a little time. Plus, I enjoy dealing with those who refuse me because as they are refusing, they understand the price they must pay and the consequences that will follow. People who are clearly aware of themselves are often more trustworthy than those who impulsively rush at the sight of a slight benefit."
"What we need to do now is wait. I've already given him a subtle hint. He probably wouldn't dare to use that thing anymore. Without his last trump card, his only option is to trade with me, and my stakes are high enough."
"Let's go, there are more important things to deal with. Let Yang Jian be for now. Let him first get through the seven-day training," Wang Xiaoming stood up and said.
At this moment.
