As his words fell, Brother Three stood there, stunned.
The car dealer immediately feigned bravado and shouted at Zhang Xiaowei, "Did you hear that? Cough up thirty grand, quick!"
Zhang Xiaowei wasn't the least bit hurried and still smiling, he looked at Brother Three and asked, "Is thirty grand enough?"
At this moment, Zhu San's face was green.
Snapping back to reality, he took a fearful step backward.
"Brother Three, are you all right?"
The car dealer was taken aback and, puzzled, he steadied Zhu San.
Zhu San's face was greener than a bitter melon, and he shook his head nervously, "Enough, enough."
"Enough?"
Zhang Xiaowei's expression changed as he coldly questioned.
"Not enough... no, I mean, I don't want it anymore."
"How could you not want it, I've already made you an offer. You're being quite disrespectful, aren't you?"
