The wealthy second-generation just can't keep it together, huh? Just a little provocation and they break down themselves.
Ding Zhi whispered beside him, "Young Master Guo, you should have let me do the price talk. You just showed our hand like that, which is really disadvantageous for us."
Ding Zhi was simply speechless at the idiocy of Guo Xiong.
We're talking about ten million here, not a mere thousand.
If you don't haggle with them, what will you do if they want to raise the price?
But at this moment, Guo Xiong was already scared out of his wits.
He didn't want to go to jail and pick up soap, especially someone with soft and delicate skin like him. Guo Xiong didn't even dare to think about how he would be "specially taken care of" by the big brothers inside if he ended up there.
Guo Xiong spoke up, "Wu Bin, I'm not going to play games with you. Ten million is the most I can give you. Just tell me if you agree or not!"
