Yang Xiuqin raised her eyebrow, "State your terms." It's still better to be straightforward.
"There are already many educated youths looking to join us. Their suggestion is a thousand yuan for this spot, but no one has agreed to a thousand yuan."
"Oh? So what's your idea?"
"My idea is one thousand five." Originally, she planned for one thousand two, but seeing Yang Xiuqin's overbearing demeanor, Pan Xiaoying mentioned one thousand five.
"One thousand five? Pan Xiaoying, I'm sorry, but I don't have that much money." Does she think I'm stupid and rich?
"Then there's no way. I'll ask someone else; several people have mentioned this to me."
"Alright, then take care."
Yang Xiuqin watched Pan Xiaoying leave, with a cold smile on her face. She wasn't a fool; she had a rough idea of what Pan Xiaoying was up to.
