"Miss Su, I know the machinery is old, but two million is too low. I've already cut the price in half. Five million is a fair deal."
Su Jiyai's gaze remained steady, her expression unyielding.
"Two million," she repeated calmly.
"And I'm offering to take the cotton and seeds off your hands as well, which will help clear out your inventory.
You save on storage, labor, and the overhead of keeping this place operational for much longer."
Mr. Han's lips pressed into a thin line. He knew she had a point.
The cost of running the factory was slowly drowning him, and he was desperate to sell, but dropping the price any further felt like he was practically giving everything away.
Still, he could tell Su Jiyai wasn't someone to haggle endlessly.
He sighed, rubbing his temples.
"You drive a hard bargain, Miss Su."
Su Jiyai remained silent, waiting for his decision.
