Amidst green hills and rippling blue waters, Qi Yun and Ning Feng sat across from each other in an exquisite lakeside pavilion.
The aroma of tea wafted from the stone table.
Yet, the atmosphere was tense, like a business negotiation with drawn swords.
Ning Feng wore an earnest expression, his tone full of grievance. "Junior Brother, a three-seven split. That's really my bottom line!
You have no idea. I have to open up channels in all the Marketplaces, grease palms from top to bottom, and maintain relationships. The cost and effort involved are no small matter.
And I have to bear the risk of poor sales..."
Listening to Ning Feng's endless chatter, Qi Yun simply lifted his cup, took a sip of the fragrant Spirit Tea, and then placed the cup back on the table—not too heavily, not too lightly.
It made a soft CLICK.
"Two-eight," he said. The two words were spoken calmly but held an undeniable weight.
"Take it or leave it. I can find someone else."
