Shan Ke'an was the first to get anxious. Wasn't this whole shipload of goods meant to be sold? Why did it suddenly sound like that wasn't the case?
But he wasn't a fool. When he met Wenheng's calm, impassive gaze, he silently held his tongue.
"Are you all trying to make things difficult for me?" Bai Jinglie shot a cool glance at Wenheng. 'For that thirty percent profit, I really put in a lot of effort today,' he thought. 'Looks like we'll have to have another good talk next time. This sacrifice is a bit much.'
Wenheng simply remained a silent observer, even having the leisure to mentally critique which of the actors planted in the crowd were giving a subpar performance.
"Young Master, we aren't asking for much! Just give us a small cut, even ten percent, and we will be eternally grateful."
