He put down the contract in his hand and looked deeply at Li Qiang, his tone full of solemn advice, "Li, I'm having a tough time seeing any sincerity in this contract of yours—it's just too meager."
Li Qiang raised an eyebrow, "As far as I'm aware, Green Leaf's suppliers are limited to those few in Suliu Zhou, and they, at most, only give a 2% discount."
Li Qiang's eyes were filled with deep meaning, "What we're offering isn't little either. After all, that's the market price, right? Plus, we're gonna split the shipping cost with you. Any way you slice it, working with us is the better deal."
Mr. Zhang looked at Li Qiang with a complicated gaze; he hadn't expected Li to have him by the short hairs. Green Leaf's performance had been on the decline over the past couple of years, primarily due to supplier issues. Not to mention the costly raw materials, when you add the processing cost, Green Leaf had been gradually losing its footing in the textile market.
