"Clack!"
Yu Qi gave a charming smile and, holding up a glass of juice, said seriously, "Young Master Yan, if you put this juice up for sale at our firm, we can only take twenty percent."
Yan Rufeng shook his head.
Yu Qi furrowed her brows, thinking, "Could he want ninety percent? But we never offered to take just twenty percent before..."
"Mmm..."
"But if I refuse him, there'll be no way to drink this juice that can replenish a lot of spiritual energy in the future. What should I do?"
Yu Qi bit her red lip almost to the point of bleeding. Finally, she gritted her teeth and shouted, "Young Master Yan, we'll take just ten percent. Is that acceptable?"
Yan Rufeng smiled slightly and said indifferently, "Is it one per thousand?"
"What?"
Yu Qi cried out in surprise, "One per thousand, Young Master Yan, did I hear that right?"
Yan Rufeng said softly, "Miss Yu Qi, you heard right, and I didn't misspeak. If you want to cooperate with me, Yan Rufeng, you must agree to my terms!"
