Is 10,000 gold coins a lot?

Yi Feng frowned, his gaze falling meaningfully on Mao Lin.

"Oh, Mr. Yi, there's no need to be so polite," Mao Lin said, puffing out his chest slightly as he saw Yi Feng seemed taken aback. "While a thousand Gold Coins is indeed a lot, you shouldn't feel burdened. This is my apology to you; please just accept it."

Hearing this.

Yi Feng's expression grew even more profound, and he cut straight to the chase: "President Mao, please just tell me what you need directly!"

"Ahem, then I'll be direct."

Clearing his throat, Mao Lin said with a smile, "Ever since you left that day, I've given it much thought. This is an era of cultural renaissance, which perfectly aligns with the development of our Merchant Association. So, I plan to continue cooperating with Master Yi and use the full might of our association to help you publish your books."

Yi Feng's eyes shifted slightly.

He immediately understood Mao Lin's purpose. He likely realized that his Supreme Treasure could bring profits to the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce. As expected, a weasel visiting a home never brings good news!

This old leech!

Unconsciously, Yi Feng curved his lips and asked leisurely, "President Mao, you're mistaken. You yourself told me that publishing books has no profit. So, I think President Mao should prioritize the association's interests!"

Mao Lin was rendered speechless by Yi Feng's words, and he quickly explained, "Look, I misspoke that day. How could Master Yi take my careless words to heart? I believe Master Yi is certainly not a stingy person."

"No, I do take President Mao's words to heart," Yi Feng said, raising an eyebrow and speaking frankly, "And I, Yi Feng, am a stingy person."

"You..."

Yi Feng's words infuriated Mao Lin, leaving him ashen-faced. "What do you mean by that? Do you really think our association can't do without you? Let me tell you, if you don't cooperate with our association, do you think your books will sell for much?"

"Since your esteemed association isn't indispensable to me, then that's even better," Yi Feng sneered, turning to leave. He waved his hand, "Then please leave!"

"Wait, wait, wait."

Yi Feng's remark caused Mao Lin's heart to ache. He had intended to provoke Yi Feng, but he hadn't expected him to be completely unfazed. A smile returned to his face as he grabbed Yi Feng's arm.

"What is it, President Mao? Are you getting physical now? Do you have a thing for that?" Yi Feng asked coldly, tilting his head.

Mao Lin reluctantly released Yi Feng, his expression grim. After a moment of hesitation, he said, "How about this? Just name your price. What will it take for you to cooperate with my Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce again?"

"Not interested," Yi Feng refused outright.

"Two thousand Gold Coins?"

Yi Feng remained silent.

"Three thousand Gold Coins?"

Yi Feng was still silent.

"Ten thousand Gold Coins?"

Finally, Mao Lin gritted his teeth and shouted out a large sum.

"President Mao, there's no such thing as a time machine to undo regrets," Yi Feng said, tired of haggling with Mao Lin. "Besides, I, Yi Feng, am a stingy person. I haven't forgotten the humiliation you subjected me to that day, so please leave!"

"Yes, I was indeed wrong that day. I understand you holding a grudge," Mao Lin said, his face ashen, surprised Yi Feng was so unyielding. "But you shouldn't be throwing away money like this. This is ten thousand Gold Coins, a full ten thousand! It's money you wouldn't earn in ten years. If this still isn't enough, aren't your demands a bit too excessive?"

He narrowed his eyes and continued, "Aren't you afraid of choking yourself?"

Mao Lin's words made Yi Feng laugh.

He raised an eyebrow and retorted, "Is ten thousand Gold Coins a lot?"

"You brat, what big talk!" Mao Lin said angrily, his face dark. "Let alone ten thousand, you probably can't even afford five hundred Gold Coins."

"Is that so?"

Yi Feng curved his lips.

ps: Today there are five chapters in total, this is the first chapter, I am typing with all my might