In Zhang Jun's private room.
Watching the server bring in a pile of Maotai and convey Lin Yue's message, his entire face turned ominously dark.
"Good!"
"Very good!"
They were all people of stature, and it wasn't worth making a scene over provocations.
But he would remember today's incident.
"Let's see how much longer you can play tough," Zhang Jun squinted his eyes, "So you don't even want the few remaining clients of the Lin Family anymore, huh? Alright, then I'll grant you your wish."
He was curious to see how the Lin Family would cope if another company poached their remaining 30% share of overseas clients with a lower unit price!
The answer was that the Lin Family had no space to lower their unit prices any further.
Because Lin Yue's side had always been operating at a loss, and lowering unit prices on the only stable 30% of goods they had left would be futile.
"The other 20 bottles are from Mr. Gu," the server pointed to the 20 bottles of Maotai.
