"There are also ten acres that haven't been planted with trees, and we'll acquire them at one hundred thousand per acre, so that adds up to a million," the middle-aged man continued.
This confused Li Bin, who was standing by. He asked, "Aren't you purchasing each acre for two hundred thousand? Why has it become one hundred thousand now?"
"Two hundred thousand an acre?"
Wang Guicheng, who was nearby, took a sip of water, smiled, and said, "Those ten acres of yours aren't even contiguous. I'm already offering you a good deal at one hundred thousand an acre. If you don't think it's satisfactory, then I won't purchase those ten acres."
"It's fine, President Wang. Let's just go with one hundred thousand per acre," Li Zhi reassured.
Li Zhi glared at Li Bin and then quickly looked back at Wang Guicheng, ingratiatingly saying, "My brother is inexperienced, but I understand. We'll just follow your contract."
