A day later.
In the same office.
Lu Chengwen picked up another call from Roger.
"Hey! Roger, my friend! My brother!"
Roger no longer had the energy to argue. "CEO Lu, we've already paid over ninety percent for this batch of cars."
"Yes, I know. We received the money. I'm delighted. Everyone's delighted."
A long sigh came from the other end. "But now the cars can only reach seventy-five miles per hour, at most. Did you limit the engine output remotely?"
"Yes! Why drive so fast? Seventy-something is enough for anything. It's not like you're in a hurry."
Roger fell silent for another few seconds. "Just tell me. What exactly do you want?"
"There's still that last ten percent, isn't there? Heh, when do you think we could settle that?"
"CEO Lu, aren't you afraid that doing business this way will get out and damage Huo Motors' reputation in the market?"
"What's wrong with how I do business?"
"This is nothing but dirty dealing!"
"You call a normal transaction dirty dealing? So... if you can't pull a fast one, that means someone else is pulling one on you?"
While Lu Chengwen talked on the phone, Lewis and Eric were laughing their heads off nearby.
Lu Chengwen really had a knack for making the people of Tianzhu eat humble pie.
"I'm doing business with you according to the contract, just asking for money that's rightfully mine, and somehow that makes me a crook? These cars were already priced incredibly cheaply. Go ask around. If you hadn't ordered three hundred thousand in one go, to sell, use yourselves, and expand your domestic taxi fleet, we never would've offered you such a low price. And even then, you don't want to pay. You still want to screw me over. If you can't screw