Wang Zijia furrowed his brow slightly as he looked toward Dai Jianjun.
'This fucker isn't planning to play the role of Party A and delay the payment, is he?'
Dai Jianjun's shadowy face, rarely showing embarrassment, blushed slightly as he said, "I truly didn't expect my Fellow Daoist to create such a utensil. The clan really doesn't have that much liquid funds available right now."
"How long do you need?" Wang Zijia asked expressionlessly.
"Half... How about three months? I'll give you three hundred thousand now, and another three hundred thousand after three months," Dai Jianjun proposed tentatively.
Wang Zijia quietly breathed a sigh of relief. As long as it wasn't Party A's rhythm of dragging out the payment, he wouldn't mind taking his utensil and leaving.
"No problem," Wang Zijia said with a smile returning to his face as he nodded.
