"Mr. Hassan, what you're talking about is ancient history! The situation now is that you've brought so much stuff, if you don't sell it cheaply to everyone, I'm afraid no one will be able to stomach it!
You wouldn't want to return home with unsold goods, would you?"
"Exactly, exactly, if we don't buy, you definitely won't be able to sell these things!" someone piped up in agreement.
"Mr. Hassan, we few control sixty percent of the market share here! If we don't buy, you won't possibly be able to sell..."
"Threatening me?" Mr. Hassan chuckled coldly. "Ferguson, you a hyena picking up scraps behind the Lion also have the nerve to threaten me? Let me tell you, today our tribe's goods, we're not selling to you——even if we haul it all back, I won't sell!"
After finishing his speech, he paid no further attention to these people, pulled out a fully charged loudspeaker from the car, and started shouting:
