Mr. Wu was seething with rage as he glared at the few factory directors who were urging him on behind him. He had originally planned to haggle with Mr. Sun to secure the best interest for them all.
But these old fools were only worried about paying the penalty for breach of contract.
They had no idea how to fight for the interests of their own factories.
The orders from all of them combined amounted to tens of thousands, which was a substantial order.
Even if Mr. Sun were a Saint, he couldn't possibly watch so much money fly away without wanting it.
These damn nuisances only knew how to cause trouble.
Mr. Sun had been guessing that these guys surely wouldn't be able to produce the Luwei, and now they were causing a commotion as the delivery date approached.
To his surprise, he had guessed correctly, and he was somewhat excited, but he held back the thrill of slaughtering a lamb and said with a blank expression, "Mr. Wu, what kind of person do you take me for?
