Manager Jiang and his secretary got into the car and left, leaving Mr. Zhou so anxious that he almost vomited blood.
"Honey, I think our son is very confident about this issue, so just let him handle it! That Manager Jiang was ruthlessly pressing down the price, initially offering only fifteen hundred yuan per ton. It was our son who held firm and finally negotiated it up to thirty thousand. If it were you and me negotiating this deal, we probably would have agreed to sell at fifteen thousand."
Zhou Can's mother consoled her husband.
No one understands a son better than his mother.
She was quite impressed with their son's performance this time.
"A son doesn't obey his father when he grows up, so be it, let him handle it! If he messes it up, your mother and I might never be able to repay the debt in this lifetime." Mr. Zhou had no choice but to accept reality.
