"Mr. Ivan, I won't beat around the bush, a flat rate, fifty percent! You selling or not?" Third Young Master Jun began aggressively, dropping his price from triple the value straight to half in one breath, faster than a roller coaster ride.
Ivanov's blood pressure surged with anger, his old face nearly twisted, his cloudy eyes filled with malevolence and murderous intent.
"Third Young Master, that's too much, fifty percent, I can't believe you have the nerve to say it. You can't do business like this by tearing down bridges after crossing. If you act so ruthlessly, do you still expect to do business with Ivan Group in the future?"
In the business world, you leave some room for maneuver; that's the principle. He had never seen anyone like this before.
Third Young Master Jun arrogantly tilted up his chin, his handsome cold face tinged with extreme sarcasm:
