Yang Qi swallowed his drink and held up one finger.
"One hundred million? Aren't you lowballing me a bit too much?" Huang Borren's expression soured. "Cutting the price in half? This isn't some market where you haggle over clothes. No way. The minimum is one hundred and eighty million."
"Master Huang, this is a huge misunderstanding," Yang Qi said calmly. "I didn't say one hundred million."
"Courting death!" Huang Borren was genuinely enraged. He slammed his hand on the table and bellowed, "Don't you understand the saying that a mighty dragon can't crush a local snake? To offer only ten million... are you joking? I may be wary of the Lin Family of Jingzhou, but I'm not afraid of them when cornered. I refuse to believe they'd kill me for the likes of you!"
"Why so agitated? I never said it was ten million," Yang Qi said with a faint smile, setting down his glass and leaning back on the sofa.
