Tang Feng wasn't afraid of Zhao Huaqiang and his gang of thugs, so why would he fear these blustering workers?
"You had already checked the goods before, hadn't you? Since we agreed on the price at the time, even if these air conditioners are really only worth two hundred dollars, it's your fault for not looking carefully. We agreed on six hundred dollars, so not a penny less."
"Oh man, are you planning to be tough with us? I'm telling you, just two hundred bucks, take it or leave it." Mr. Wu seemed confident, with an arrogant expression on his face.
"Ha, I'd rather throw away these air conditioners than sell them to you for two hundred bucks," Qin Yanan said furiously.
"Then you better think carefully, because once I walk out of this room, even if you want to sell them for one hundred bucks later, I won't want them anymore. Let's go," Mr. Wu stated and then gestured for his men to leave with him.
