"Heh heh..."
There was no reply from the other end of the phone, only a burst of cold laughter instead.
Luo Xuanran had the phone on speaker, and Old Lady Luo and Luo Yuantu in the room also heard the laugh, immediately feeling a bad omen.
And sure enough, Wang Liang's voice came through shortly after.
"Luo Xuanran? What the hell are you? Offering just six thousand for my cargo?"
"I'm telling you, even if you offer sixty thousand, six hundred thousand per ton, I damn well wouldn't sell it to you!"
"What's the matter? Can't understand human speech? I've already said, for Luo Group, I only acknowledge Miss Luo Ning, everybody else can damn well piss off!"
It may have been just recently that Wang Liang took over Blacklight Pier, but the aggression he exuded was in no way inferior to that of his maternal uncle, Boss He.
Moreover, the reason he could take charge of Blacklight Pier was all thanks to Mo Han, how could he dare to offend Mo Han.
