"Mr. Qian, we are..." Although the man's gaze was unpleasant, Zhu Yueke still had to pluck up the courage to speak.
"The Lu Group, right? You were here last time. Didn't I tell you that recently the demand for medicinal materials has outstripped supply? It's not that I don't want to sell to you." Mr. Qian entered and sat down directly, his obese body making the sofa creak and groan, as if it might fall apart at any moment.
Mr. Qian's gaze remained fixed on Zhu Yueke, not even glancing at Lin Feng.
Zhu Yueke was still a newcomer to the professional world, lacking in cunning, and her emotions were written all over her face. When Mr. Qian said that he didn't have any, she became even more anxious.
"Mr. Qian, the group's project is quite urgent. How about this, for the amount listed on the inventory of medicinal materials, we just ask for a quarter first?" Zhu Yueke proposed a compromise, her tone aimed to appease.
