"Big brother?"
"Why aren't you saying anything?"
"Did those people bully you and Sixth?"
An apparently honest man, seeing his older brother remain silent, hurriedly leaned in and asked.
Peng Yue lifted his head to glance at Fourth Brother but just sighed.
Then he shook his head.
Bullying?
It was now the law of the jungle.
This wasn't his first time trading; taking a bit of a loss wasn't anything significant.
Moreover, the other party was right—if they didn't sell the fruits, they would eventually rot in the orchard.
So, no matter how low the price Zhang Ye offered was, he wasn't at a loss.
He might even say he had made quite a bit of profit.
The reason Peng Yue had been silent all the way until now was that he only managed to accomplish half of the trade he intended in the safe zone.
He wanted to buy guns.
But Zhang Ye had not agreed.
No matter how eloquently he spoke, Zhang Ye still refused to budge.
"You know very well what a gun signifies."
"If it were you,"
