A Clean Break
Schulman sat down across from Li Bai as if they were old friends. After waiting for ages with no one paying him any attention, he finally realized how awkward things had become.
"Heh heh, Doctor Li, could I have a taste?"
"Pay up!"
Li Bai rolled his eyes, refusing to indulge the man.
Talking money ruins relationships, but we don't have a relationship.
"Fine, fine. How much? I'll give you a hundred dollars, all right?"
Schulman generously pulled out his wallet and slapped a Franklin down on the table.
He refused to believe that just a few strips of meat could be worth a hundred dollars.
In Somalia, that could buy someone enough food and drink to last half a month! It was also two months' living expenses for an ordinary person.
"Fifty million dollars!"
Li Bai sneered, as though he had never seen money before. He had no idea where this American got his sense of superiority.
He only wanted to take advantage without suffering any losses. What a beautiful dream!
"Didn't we already give you five million dollars? Why are you being so stingy?"
Schulman's eyes widened. He thought Li Bai was deliberately making an issue out of nothing.
The money was still going through the transfer process and could arrive at any moment, but they absolutely would not renege. They couldn't afford to, either. The price would be far too high.
The other party was only an individual and naturally wouldn't suffer much loss, but the two companies would be in deep trouble. The French would definitely drag the Americans down with them as a scapegoat. This secret cooperation agreement was no joke, and the benefits could not be taken for free.
The Lihai'er Conglomerate's hush money amounted to fifty million euros, while Michael