Shan Ke'an was the first to grow anxious. He wondered why it suddenly sounded like the goods on this massive ship weren't all meant to be sold.
However, he wasn't stupid. Catching Gu Wenheng's placid, unwavering gaze, he quietly swallowed the words that were on the tip of his tongue.
"Are you deliberately making things difficult for me?" Bai Jinglie shot a faint glance at Gu Wenheng. He had put in a tremendous amount of effort today just for that thirty percent cut. It seemed he would need to renegotiate next time; the sacrifice was a bit too steep.
Gu Wenheng continued to silently play the bystander. He even had the leisure to mentally critique which of the planted "actors" mingling in the crowd lacked acting skills.
"Young Master, we aren't asking for much. We would be eternally grateful if you could spare us just ten percent."
