Ling Tian'ao sneered coldly, "It seems Dylan won't be meeting me today! How am I supposed to talk business then?"
"I can represent our boss. Rest assured, Mr. Ling. The boss has spoken: in our partnership, the profits will be split sixty-forty—you take sixty, we take forty!" Weiman raised a hand.
A subordinate handed over a black bag and opened it.
Inside were heaps of white powder.
"These are top-quality goods! Isn't Mr. Ling's company involved in the food industry? These materials could be added to your food production factories. Just a tiny amount ensures the inspection department won't detect them."
Ling Tian'ao's eyes narrowed slightly, "I only promised to help him enter the China market but never agreed to adding these drugs to our food factories for ordinary citizens to consume!"
