"10%? Are you for real?
Even if you wanted to lower it, 10% is too low. Sell it to us for 22%."
The young hero narrowed his eyes at the man before replying.
"12%."
"20% Can't go any lower."
"14% Can't go any higher."
"This kid...Fine, 19%."
"This old man. Fine 15%."
The moment the '15%' left Evan's mouth, the vice guild master suddenly revealed a bright smile as he replied.
"That was my goal from the start."
"Huh?"
He didn't wait for Evan to finish computing his words and instantly turned to the receptionist and spoke.
"15%. Put that down quick."
"Oy! This old man!"
"That's how you do business kid."
The vice guild master laughed as he spoke, causing wry smiles to form on the faces of the others present.
One of the dismantlers came up to Evan and patted him on the shoulder before saying.
"He's the second son of a Merchant company who was raised as a backup in case his older brother couldn't inherit the company.
Give up, you're no match for him."
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