Negotiations

"You're trying to fleece us!"

Fu Hanxiang pointed a trembling finger at the contract. "A hundred-percent buyback requirement? You want our people to work for nothing?"

Sister Zheng sat across from him, perfectly composed, with a polished professional smile. "How would they be working for nothing? We'd buy everything back at market price. We're not asking you to hand it over for free."

Fu Hanxiang snapped, "But we still have to pay an entry fee—nearly ten thousand Psionic Points per person! If you buy every ore and herb we gather at market price, where's our profit? With a little bad luck, we won't even make back the entry fee!"

Sister Zheng shook her head. "Mr. Fu, I made our position clear from the start. Given what your guild has done to ours, allowing the Titan Guild entry at all is as far as we're willing to go. You're in no position to demand more."

Fu Hanxiang shot to his feet. "You call this granting us entry? You're deliberately making fools of us. There's clearly nothing to discuss. Goodbye!"

Sister Zheng shrugged. "See yourself out."

The young assistant beside her had been holding back her laughter. Once Fu Hanxiang left, she finally burst out laughing and got up to collect the documents—which were really just blank sheets of paper for show.

"Sister Zheng, this negotiation was pointless from the start. What a waste of time," the assistant said.

"It couldn't be helped. Mr. Bai wants the Super God Guild to look open and generous. We can't reject the Titan Guild's application without giving a reason, so we have to put on a show." Sister Zheng unlocked her phone and sent a message. "Take fifteen minutes, then head to conference room 314 for the next negotiation. Lily, fetch file 014 from my