In response to Qu Jianlei's question, Pan Yifu answered directly, "That's right, I wanted to meet you first."
"Then let's meet," Qu Jianlei didn't really care, but at the same time, he displayed a bit of his defiance.
"But Master Pan, my time is precious, and if we can't reach an agreement, you need to make a gesture."
Upon hearing this, Pan Yifu was almost amused to anger, "Don't call me Master, from your tone, you sound more like a master."
Qu Jianlei answered nonchalantly, "It's you who needs my help, not the other way around… am I right?"
Pan Yifu was momentarily at a loss for words, truly caught off guard.
After a few seconds, he finally asked, "What kind of gesture… what do you want?"
"A barrel of fuel, or something else," Qu Jianlei replied lightly, "Don't worry, I won't ask for food."
"Wen Xin, that guy, really talks too much," Pan Yifu was left with no choice, "Come over here then..."
Two hours later, the two met and assessed each other without speaking.
