"This is already a friendly price. Don't be ungrateful."
"Cheaper, please."
"Can't go any lower. If you insist, it's 18,888."
"No, no, no. This amount is fine. I'll transfer it to you later, but you have to give me an invoice."
"Only hand-written receipts; machine-printed invoices have a 17% tax point."
"Damn, then hand-written it is."
"Transfer now."
Zhang Youfu: ...
Reluctantly, Zhang Youfu transferred 8,888, feeling his heart bleeding.
"Daoist Zhang, why hasn't Master Lin gone up yet?" Li Dongying asked.
"If you aren't feeling well, sit down here for a bit, don't go up."
"I do feel a little unwell, but it's not a big deal."
Lin Yi stood up and walked towards the center of the venue.
Li Dongying spoke nicely, but if he really didn't go up, who knows how the media would spin it afterward.
Seeing Lin Yi walk forward, Li Dongying signaled to the journalists and hosts with his eyes.
They all understood and focused the cameras on Lin Yi.
