On the other side of the phone, a man's clear and attractive voice spoke, "I've heard from those useless brothers that you have a condition you want to discuss with me?"
Subconsciously straightening her posture, Yan Xiaye nervously swallowed, "Yes, I want to buy it back for five hundred thousand. Is that possible?"
"Heh..." The man let out a sly chuckle, "I am not one of those fools who can't recognize the true value, and I'm well aware that the item is worth no less than eight figures, so..."
"You disagree?" Yan Xiaye's brows furrowed, "If you're asking for more money, I'm afraid I won't be able to gather it in a short time."
"No need to be nervous, five hundred thousand is fine." The man seemed to enjoy this cat-and-mouse game, toying with Yan Xiaye's emotions at will, "But you must come alone with the cash. If you dare call the police or bring someone else, the deal is off. How does that sound?"
Yan Xiaye held her breath for a moment then nodded firmly, "I agree."
