"Aron... Aron Jackson!"
Upon seeing Aron Jackson, Arvid Woody's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
"Is this venue yours?"
How did he only find out now?
"Indeed! This is a property under my name. What about it, Manager Woody, do you need me to show you the documents?"
After Aron said this, he clapped his hands, and his staff immediately brought the documents to Arvid Woody and swiftly unfolded them!
"This..."
Arvid Woody realized he had come prepared!
He was out to trap him!
Just as expected, Aron Jackson was no good!
Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to remain calm.
"Aron Jackson, just say it, how much money will it take for you to drop this!"
Arvid Woody sneered, "Let's not beat around the bush. We're all smart people here. This concert is very important to me. Name your price, as long as you restore the power, everything is up for discussion!"
He glanced at his watch, growing more anxious.
The concert had already been delayed by over twenty minutes.
