"Kid, today you have no choice but to agree, whether you like it or not. Do you have any idea how much your vegetables have cost our company? When customers specifically ask for your produce, we can't sell ours. Now tell me, what should we do about that?"
As soon as Ling Zhenfei heard this, he knew these two were deliberately looking for trouble. His vegetables were mostly sold to Fatty and others' restaurants, rarely entering the market. Moreover, with the prices being higher, many small traders dared not buy them, let alone customers specifically asking for his vegetables and rejecting others'.
"I can't tell you what to do. I sell my vegetables; if the price is right, I sell, if not, I don't. They're my vegetables, if I'm in the mood, I sell, if not, I don't—and no one can control that!"
Facing unreasonable people, Ling Zhenfei would treat them with same irrationality.
"Kid, it looks like you're asking for death!"
As Huo Long was about to throw a punch, Huo Tian stopped him.
