"You Marquis, are you serious?" Wang Mu looked at the thick stack of paper Zhou Shu handed him as his expression darkened.
"Great General Wang, do I look like I'm joking?" Zhou Shu said. "This is business. As the saying goes, the seller asks a sky-high price, and the buyer makes a rock-bottom offer. If you think I'm asking a high price, you can bargain. If we really can't reach an agreement, then Great General Wang, you don't have to agree to the trade. I can't possibly force you to trade."
Wang Mu narrowed his eyes as he stared intently at Zhou Shu.
Zhou Shu had a relaxed expression on his face. He had set the price, so the rest was up to Great Qin.
If you can't afford it, don't block the way.
Perhaps you might be shameless enough to forcefully snatch it from me. But my sword is not to be trifled with.
Seeing Zhou Shu's expression, Wang Mu grunted heavily.
