This excuse is really a bit... untenable.
Mo Junran's expression under the mask paused slightly.
After a while, I heard him say, "I will train this when I get back."
What?
Yang Zhao didn't react for a moment.
After she figured it out, she couldn't help but look at Mo Junran deeply. At this time, she didn't say anything more.
After all, it’s business that comes to your door.
"How much do you want?"
"How much can you offer?"
Yang Zhao raised his eyebrows and looked at him. "What you said is interesting. Could it be that you can take whatever I can offer?"
"I have a lot of people under me."
As soon as these words were spoken, Yang Zhao understood.
It seems like a big deal!
At that moment, Yang Zhao's face suddenly raised a decent and generous smile: "In that case, then Lord Pavilion Master, please come this way, let's sit down and discuss the details of the next transaction..."
Looking at Yang Zhao who suddenly smiled as if basking in the spring breeze, Mo Junran was slightly stunned, and then his eyes moved slightly under the mask.
He followed her to a flower hall.
After sitting down, various snacks and tea were served.
Even though he couldn't drink the tea because of the mask, he knew it was good tea as soon as he smelled the fragrance.
The dim sum is even more exquisite.
Of course.
Since it was a business matter, he naturally talked to him in a "businessman's" manner. After some back and forth, the two of them finally finalized a "sales agreement" that satisfied both parties.
The deal is finally settled.
After Yang Zhao handed the cooperation agreement to Dong Shuang and put it away, he smiled and said to the 'rich man' opposite him: "Master, don't worry, the goods you want..."
"Seventeen."
"What?" Yang Zhao was slightly stunned.
Then, thinking he was talking about the time when the goods would be delivered, he couldn't help but frown and said, "Master, the agreement just stated that we will deliver the goods at the end of each month..."
"Mo Seventeen."
"My name."
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