After chatting for a moment, the two men got down to business.
"Grandfather, the nearly one hundred thousand troops of the Blackrock Army and the Badako Army can all be handed over to you, but the reward you give me cannot be even a single coin less." Velin kept a straight face, showing an uncompromising attitude.
Salair rolled up his sleeves to reveal his arms, and said in a deep voice, "Velin, the Principality of Silvis has just been established, and money is needed everywhere. For the sake of Xuemiyya, can you lower the price a bit? How about one hundred million gold coins?"
"Grandfather, don't talk about it being for the sake of my wife; even for the sake of my father, not a single coin can be reduced." Velin's attitude was firm as he stared into his grandfather's eyes.
This old thing was terribly wicked. Who starts negotiations by cutting the price in half? This made it difficult for him to bargain.
Watching this pair of grandfather and grandson haggle, the others did not even dare to breathe loudly.
Bufeild's children retreated several meters, not daring to face their grandfather's imposing aura.
Salair rubbed his iron fists, his beard flying in anger: "You brat, I am your grandfather."
"Hehehe, of course you are my grandfather. If it were anyone else, I would charge three billion gold coins." Velin crossed his arms, speaking neither servilely nor overbearingly.
"Since we cannot agree, how about the two of us, grandfather and grandson, have a fight? Whoever wins makes a concession."
The corners of Velin's mouth curved slightly, and he said impatiently, "Grandfather, you said this."
Looking at the expression of his granddaughter's husband, Salair felt as if he had been completely outwitted by the other party.
However, this kid was only