Xiaoliang's words naturally irritated the other party. Everything had already been handled; why shouldn't they get the remaining thirty thousand yuan settled?
Men are creatures ruled by their desires. What if the other party fixes their pants and denies everything? Who would they go to for settlement then? The scar-faced man was clearly displeased, shaking his head, "Young Master Jiang, that won't do. The brothers earn their money through hard labor. It's like they're selling vegetables but with the heart of a drug trafficker. You know it's tough for us, right? If you give us only twenty thousand yuan, we definitely won't be happy."
Upon hearing this, Xiaoliang frowned, "Respecting you with twenty thousand yuan already shows my regard for you. Can the five of you earn twenty thousand in a day?"
Having said that, Xiaoliang added another ten thousand yuan, making it thirty thousand in total.
