Upon hearing what Michael said, Richie quickly agreed. "Okay. Ms. Cardellini, let me know how much you want to distribute to us. I'll look at our company's situation and give you an answer."
"With Mr. Sanchez's volume, eight million dollars shouldn't be a problem."
"Eight million..." Richie was still hesitant.
Although he was hesitating, he was just listening to Michael's arrangements.
At that moment, Michael said naturally, "I'm afraid that eight million is a bit difficult for Mr. Sanchez. I think 800 thousand shouldn't be a problem."
"Yes, yes. If it's 800 thousand dollars worth of medicine, I'll buy them directly in cash. Your father's help to me back then won't be in vain," Richie quickly said.
Drugs worth 800 thousand dollars were a drop in the ocean, but to the current Cardellini Enterprise, it was a lot.
Monica smiled. "800 thousand dollars? That's so petty of you, Mr. Sanchez."
