Just after Li Xiaobao's words fell, a call came in.
"You brat, you've made it." Duanmu Yang laughed heartily, "Prepare more herbs for me, these days my old arms and legs are really exhausted."
Li Xiaobao heard this and replied irritably, "I'm making contributions to the nation, and you have the nerve to negotiate with me? It's good enough I'm not asking for billions in rewards from you!"
"Alright, let's talk business. I'll be bringing people over to receive what you have, and according to your wishes, a press conference has been organized."
"So grand?" Li Xiaobao was somewhat surprised.
"Didn't you say you wanted a grand spectacle? You'll see, there's even a press conference!"
"Damn, old man, you really have a way of handling things. I realize now I misjudged you before."
"Uh, now you know, treat me with more respect in the future!"
"Got it, old man!"
"You brat!"
