"So, the Zhao Family wishes to invite the Luo Family to jointly mine the Wushan spiritual stone vein and distribute it according to a certain ratio."
Standing beside Luo Ze, Luo Yao, the heir apparent to the Luo Family, couldn't help but let out a faint smile and said softly.
"Exactly," Zhao Wuduan's eyes also revealed a hint of a smile at that moment.
"Lord Luo naturally has no objections."
"However, I have one condition," said Luo Yao.
"Oh? What condition?" Zhao Wuduan asked, looking at Luo Yao.
"If our Luo Family mines low-grade spirit stones, I hope we can divide them according to a ratio of nine point five to point five. Would that be acceptable?" Luo Yao asked with a smile.
"Nine point five to point five?" Zhao Wuduan was momentarily startled.
Then, his expression gradually turned sour.
Nine point five to point five.
This ratio was indeed quite outrageous.
It was indeed too much of a bully.
