"Since you think it's unsuitable, then the deal can only be called off. It isn't that we don't want to buy; it's that you refuse to sell," Lin Shen said blandly.
"If you won't buy, plenty of others will. Jiu You Group is still waiting in line. We don't have to sell to your Celestial Race," Glan said coldly.
"Very well. Then sell it to Tian Jiu You." Lin Shen rose and left without a shred of hesitation.
"My lord... don't forget our mission..." Chi Jiu was utterly dumbfounded, unable to understand what Lin Shen was trying to do.
After negotiating for so long, the Di Man Race had only reluctantly yielded to seven planets. Now Lin Shen had slashed it straight down to three, and they were the three comparatively resource-poor planets among the seven. How could the Di Man Race possibly agree?
"If you want to buy it, then sign it yourself." Without even turning his head, Lin Shen continued walking out.
Seeing this, Glan knew that Lin Shen truly did not want to negotiate anymore, and he immediately lost his composure.
He was General Sasson's confidant and knew the inside story. The statue was worth money if sold to the Celestial Race; otherwise, it was utterly worthless.
It was also because of General Sasson's intelligence that he knew where the Celestial Race's bottom line lay. He had held firm inch by inch until they had finally negotiated the price up to seven planets.
"Damn it, Tian Jiu You's intelligence was wrong." Glan cursed inwardly, yet he had no choice but to call Lin Shen back.
"Lord Lin, please wait. Your price is truly too low and exceeds our bottom line. We can discuss it further."
Lin Shen stopped by the door and said, "Lord Glan, I can