"If you can afford 8000, take it. If you can't, leave it. By this time, the scarf should have been knitted."
Bo Qingyu scoffed lightly.
His stunningly handsome face held a dismissive smile.
Arrogant, flamboyant, and extremely cocky.
Yet, seemingly, no one could bring him down a notch.
The man gritted his teeth, his heart bleeding, but he was very clear that Bo Qingyu was indeed the largest supplier in full terms, and his side was in urgent need of goods. If he did not make a deal with Bo Qingyu, he might delay important matters.
By then, it would not be just a matter of 2 million US dollars.
He also believed that this man could indeed just turn and walk away.
Who on the underworld doesn't know about his frequent temper tantrums?
"Mr. Bo, you really know how to do business. 8000 it is, just sign it now."
Only then Bo Qingyu lazily glanced at the man, beckoned to the back, "Xun Huai, go over the contract once more."
However, a surprised voice came from behind.
