In order to solve the energy problem in Southern Paradise, before Chen Er negotiated with Oil City this time, Mr. Hu issued him a death order: cooperation must be achieved.
But exchanging one truck of medicine for six trucks of oil is truly a bit too little.
So Chen Er, with an awkward smile on his face, continued:
"A truck of medicine for eight trucks of oil, really... let's reduce a bit, eight trucks, how about a truck of medicine for eight trucks of oil?"
"Six trucks," Xiao Jun remained firm and unyielding, consistently insisting on this number.
"Uh..." Chen Er showed a troubled expression.
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent, and Xiao Jun nonchalantly picked up a cup to drink, seemingly unconcerned about failing to reach an agreement.
This time, Southern Paradise actively sought out cooperation, so naturally, as the party being sought, they had more leverage.
Although Big Camphor Tree Base also needs your supplies, it's not so urgent.
