Sang Pengcheng and Sang Minglang's faces were black, each looking uglier than the other.
Han Shangrong said calmly, "President Sang, we're friends, after all. That's why I came to see you in person. If it were anyone else, they wouldn't get such privilege."
Sang Minglang said sternly, "My father doesn't need this honor. He's just a competitor to you, and we've never had any relationship!"
"Minglang, you used to call me Uncle Han when you were young. So why are you becoming more and more impolite as you grow older?" Han Shangrong said lightly.
Sang Minglang's face was ashen from anger, holding back words.
"I'm grateful you're willing to look for me, President Han," Sang Pengcheng said slowly. "But the Sang family already has plans for the land in the east. Not to mention that President Han is only buying it at the original price; even if you pay ten times the original price, I won't sell it."
