"You said... how much?" The person in charge of the Great Soul Arena adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses.
Flender ruthlessly held up one hand. "If we win, give our team one million Gold Soul Coins, and each participating member one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins!"
Hissss—
Zhao Wuji sucked in a cold breath. Flender was truly ruthless!
The Great Soul Arena's manager pondered for a moment, then gritted his teeth. "No problem!"
Flender laughed happily, grabbing the other man's hand and repeatedly talking about their pleasant cooperation. At that moment, Little Jiu drawled, "Flender, I finally understand why you're so poor."
"What do you mean?" Flender looked completely baffled.
Little Jiu shoved Flender aside. "Let me show you what real negotiation looks like. Move over."
Then he turned to the manager. "How much would you make if you won this match?"
The manager answered solemnly, "The people over there are representatives of all the major nobles. They came to smash our establishment. If we lose, we'll lose five million gold spirit coins. Naturally, if we win, we'll earn five million gold spirit coins!"
Little Jiu chuckled. "Then our appearance fee will be five million gold spirit coins."
"What?!"
The manager's face darkened. He sprang up from his chair and angrily said, "If you take all the profits, what are we supposed to earn?"
Little Jiu took a Gold Soul Coin from the Twelve Golden Hairpins and tossed it onto the table. "Your profit: one Gold Soul Coin."
Everyone was stunned. Little Jiu really dared to name any price!
"You must be dreaming!" The manager's eyes turned green. If it were not for the fact that they had a Soul Sage, he would have wanted to hit someone!
"Cooperation requires mutual consent. If you don't want to, forget it! I'll go negotiate