Lin Qi asked for ten billion, but the Peng Joe People could only scrape together less than three billion. Clearly, he had no reason to continue negotiating.
With that, he stood up, picked up his things, and prepared to leave.
The nephew of Emperor Peng Joe stared at Lin Qi in disbelief. Wasn't Lin Qi supposed to emphasize his demands, after which both sides would negotiate and discuss certain issues? Was this ten billion really non-negotiable?
"Mr. Lin Qi..."
He had no choice but to stand as well, attempting to hold him back.
Lin Qi merely shook his head at him. "If you understand what a seller's market is, then you should understand that the initiative has never been in your hands."
"Secondly, this is a time-limited transaction. Once the time exceeds our psychological bottom line, the deal will be void."
"I don't have time to play such a boring haggling game with you. Ten billion. Either pay up, or..."
He did not say the word "scram," but everyone somehow filled it in for him in their minds!
The Emperor's secretary also stood up. "Mr. Lin Qi, we're very sorry, but we truly can't put together that much money..."
Lin Qi turned and walked away, leaving behind only one sentence: "Then let's not waste time!"
He left decisively, without the slightest hesitation. His strides were large, and he seemed to move with the wind.
Watching Lin Qi leave, the Emperor's nephew sat back down.
His expression was rather ugly.
In Peng Joe, no one had ever shown him such disrespect, not even in the Federation.
Those capitalists always gathered around him and said pleasing things. Even when delivering bad news, they would put it tactfully.
Lin Qi was the first person to be so direct. No matter how broad-minded he