"If you feel it's too expensive, I can ask our club, maybe we can reduce it for you," Yin Xiaofan frowned while the middle-aged man hastily spoke.
This was a special transmission from the master, it was something the middle-aged man couldn't handle lightly, of course, and he had to be careful to satisfy Yin Xiaofan.
"No, the price is fair," Yin Xiaofan shook his head. "If you can wait, I'll make a call first."
Yin Xiaofan's frowning wasn't because he thought the Medicinal Grass was too expensive. On the contrary, the price of the Medicinal Grass was still low, it had to be discounted by 20%.
But the problem was that Yin Xiaofan had only received 80,000 yuan from Director Liu, and now he had spent just over 70,000 yuan. Paying over 2 million yuan was a real drop.
I had a five million yuan cheque that Yang Xiaoya took away.
Yin Xiaofan walked aside, took out his phone, thought for a moment, and dialed.
