"Mr. Bread, what are you up to!"
Zade Radcliffe was utterly baffled.
"I'm not the chairman yet, how can you call me President Radcliffe? If my granddaughter hears this, it'll seem as though this old man is dead set on snatching the position from her!"
As he spoke, the people who had been somewhat startled immediately realized that the suppliers were pressuring Old Master Radcliffe!
The Radcliffe Clan members' eyes were brimming with excitement at the generous offers being made.
These material suppliers and distributors had been working with the Radcliffe family for no less than ten years, but the biggest discount had always been a mere two percent, and many times payment was required upfront.
Today, these profit-first businessmen were willing to make such significant concessions, deeply moving Zade Radcliffe.
"Zalmon Martin, book a hotel for me right away! Today I'm going to drink with these old brothers until we're drunk and can't return home!"
