Ouyang Xiong's expression froze. He understood? What did he understand?
He understood that Huo Zhanting and An Lan would not be swayed by either soft or hard tactics!
"Director Huo, Director An, it cannot be said like this. Considering our relationship, would I cheat you of this little amount of money?" Ouyang Xiong, suppressing his rage, stared at the two.
"What relationship do we have between us?" An Lan, tilting her head, looked puzzledly at Ouyang Xiong, who almost spat out blood in frustration. What relationship indeed—they really had none.
But given how everyone in the circle sees each other frequently, how could he ask such a blunt question? Ouyang Xiong's expression almost collapsed. He clenched the handle of his cane slightly tighter and then squinted at the two.
"Director Huo, Director An, I truly and sincerely want to cooperate with you both. Please give me a definite answer—can we negotiate the price any lower?"
