Lance left, and Mr. Jiobaf's assistant immediately moved closer. The former handed his glass of wine to the latter.
The assistant looked at the wine glass in his hand and sensed Mr. Jiobaf's emotional changes, then softly asked, "Didn't the negotiation work out?"
He shook his head. "He thinks fifteen percent is too little."
The assistant couldn't help but exclaim, "Fifteen percent is too little?"
"If he knew that all the debts added up to almost two hundred thousand, would he still think this amount of money is small?"
A debt of two hundred thousand and fifteen percent equals thirty thousand, a sum many people, let alone thirty thousand yuan, have never even owned three hundred in cash.
It was a fortune that was difficult to resist, at least the assistant thought he couldn't resist the temptation if he had the means.
Mr. Jiobaf glared at his assistant with a hint of annoyance in his voice, "He wants ninety percent, only because I am an Imperial person."