Mao Lin reluctantly let go of Yi Feng, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "In that case, just state your price. What would it take for you to cooperate with our Pingjiang Trading Company again?"
"No interest," Yi Feng refused directly.
"Two thousand gold coins?"
Silence from Yi Feng.
"Three thousand gold coins?"
Yi Feng remained silent.
"Ten thousand gold coins?"
Finally, Mao Lin gritted his teeth and shouted a large number.
"President Mao, there's no regret medicine in this world," Yi Feng, unwilling to entangle further, said directly, "Besides, I, Yi Feng, am a petty person. I remember the humiliation you gave me that day. So, please leave!"
"Yes, I was indeed wrong that day. I can understand if you hold a grudge." Mao Lin, not expecting Yi Feng to be so unyielding, spoke with a grim face, "But you shouldn't have trouble with money, right? This is ten thousand gold coins, a whole ten thousand gold coins, money you couldn't earn in ten years. If this isn't enough, your appetite is a bit too big, isn't it?"
At this point, his eyes narrowed, and he continued, "Are you not afraid of stuffing yourself to death?"
Mao Lin's words made Yi Feng burst into laughter.
Raising an eyebrow, Yi Feng retorted, "Is ten thousand gold coins a lot?"
"You arrogant little brat! You have some nerve!" Mao Lin's face turned dark as he angrily said, "Not to mention ten thousand gold coins, even five hundred gold coins might be beyond your reach."
"Is that so?" Yi Feng smirked.