Is There a Higher Bid?

Yang Ling paused and sized Dong Wu up.

"Weren't you the one who tried to fool me first? And you call yourself a broker?

"Believe it or not, I'll go outside and shout that Dong Wu priced a first-rate Internal Art at 50,000 trade points?"

Dong Wu was somewhat startled and uncertain. Why was the other party so sure that a first-rate Internal Art was not worth 50,000 trade points? How did he dare fall out with him so directly?

The two Lower Fourth-Grade Grandmasters beside him exchanged glances, their eyes gaining a trace of gravity.

"So that's how it is... Dong Wu's offer was far too low. No wonder Luo Kai was suspicious."

Heartless Sword sighed inwardly.

Neither he nor his teammates dared say anything in this situation, lest they offend Dong Wu, a major player.

Not only was Dong Wu stronger than even their captain, but he was also a core member of Huo Si's team.

Offending him meant finding a way to transfer to another plaza, and that was another expense ordinary Grandmasters could hardly afford!

Dong Wu forcibly suppressed the anger in his heart and spoke evenly.

"So you're dissatisfied with the price. If you're unhappy with it, we can discuss it further. There's no need to get angry, right?

"That way, neither of us will look good, will we?"

"I'm going outside to shout."

Yang Ling made as if to head out.

Dong Wu immediately flew into a rage.

The two Grandmasters beside him also grew anxious.

If Yang Ling shouted it outside, there would truly be no salvaging their dignity, and this brokerage shop would no longer be able to stay open!

A trace of regret flashed through Dong Wu's mind, and he immediately barked.

"What exactly do you want?"

"Compensation!"

Yang Ling said.