It had to be admitted: Ying Huang was a leader who knew how to put people at ease, like a spring breeze.
Of course, that was only if you had enough value to offer.
This First Sequence Heir of the Ying Clan wasn't free of the arrogance buried in the bones of the Nine Clans' nobility. On the contrary, elitism permeated his words and actions.
But compared to the other scions of powerful families, once you passed his "value assessment," you would feel his respect.
"Two lives from the Ying Clan. That is indeed quite sincere."
Qin Shi smiled faintly, but didn't shift his gaze from the thin card storing the information.
"But forgive my bluntness: this is a price the Ying Clan ought to pay.
Ying Lin was both an accomplice and the chief culprit in what happened to Senior Brother Shen. As for Ying Xiao, if he wants to take his son's side, Nanhuang Dojo won't go easy on him.
Those two lives were already on the table, Mr. Ying. Let's be more direct. Do you have any more sincere bargaining chips? Let's see them."
This kid really didn't take the Nine Clans seriously at all!
Ying Huang's mouth twitched. Qin Shi was completely unpredictable.
He had dealt with people from a young age, and had realized early on that respect from the Nine Clans was extremely valuable.
With the name "Ying Clan" behind him, he was practically born with a silver spoon in his mouth. Just looking at someone was enough to make them feel overwhelmed with gratitude.
The value of one person could differ vastly from another, like gold and sand.
That was a lesson Ying Huang had learned when he was three.
"What do you want? I won't be staying in Hengzhou for long. In