Han Bowwen was immediately at a loss, not expecting Brother Ju to have such a big temper and wanting to leave at the drop of a hat without a word of discussion.
Ding Liang hurried forward to persuade, "Brother Ju, don't be angry. My uncle, he's not so good with words. Please, don't take it personally!"
Hao Ju cursed, "Fuck, if you can't talk, then shut up! Asking for a favor and not wanting to spend money, where in the world do you find such good deals, huh!"
"Sure, sure, it's just five million, so let's settle on that!" Fearing that Hao Ju would get angry, Ding Liang immediately clapped his hands and agreed.
After which, he didn't forget to have Han Bowwen apologize.
Han Bowwen hurriedly picked up his glass, "You're right, I misspoke. I'll drink as a penalty!"
Han Bowwen, with no other choice, had to pick up his glass and drink three glasses in a row.
Hao Ju then sat back down, still cursing under his breath but with an impatient look on his face.