The so-called warehouse and supplies were nothing more than fabrications by Jiang Yue.
In theory, neither Jiang Yue nor Old Xia should have argued themselves red in the face over this fictional fortune. But both Jiang Yue and Old Xia knew perfectly well that the more fiercely they argued, the easier it would be to win Feng Dengfeng's trust.
Feng Dengfeng looked completely unruffled, leisurely leaning back in his office chair and casually turning it around.
He knew that the more relaxed he appeared, the greater the pressure he actually placed on the other side.
If he had to act ferocious just to subdue Old Xia and an ordinary agent, then what kind of Top Agent would he be?
He had to subdue them, but do so with effortless calm. Only then could he give them a powerful psychological shock and make them feel that he was unfathomable and fully in control.
"Old Xia, this is my final offer. My final offer. There will be no haggling." Feng Dengfeng spoke again in an indifferent tone.
Old Xia's lips moved as he mumbled, still wanting to argue his case.
Feng Dengfeng glared, abruptly sitting upright as he fixed Old Xia with his eyes. "Say one more word, and whatever friendship we had in the past is over. Even without you, Old Xia, I can get these supplies just the same."
That tone clearly suggested he intended to kick Old Xia out altogether?
Jiang Yue hurriedly said, "That won't do. Captain Xia and I share both fortune and hardship. You absolutely can't kick Captain Xia out."
Oh?
Feng Dengfeng had not expected Old Xia's young subordinate to be so loyal.
He was still young, after all.
What was there to cling to in a good-for-nothing like Old Xia, who would never amount