A Master Who Can Act Cool Without Batting an Eyelid

"What's going on? Weren't you two having a good talk?"

"Let's find a place to eat first. I'm starving," Zhang Song said as he rubbed his stomach.

"Sure."

Lin Yi took Zhang Song to Crab King's Mansion on his motorcycle, ready to have a feast.

"Alright, we're here now. Let's talk. What's going on?"

Lin Yi had a feeling that the two of them were in a tricky situation.

It was as if he was a spy buying information.

"Didn't you say that you were going to buy the goods in two batches, 130 million for the first and 120 million in the other?"

"Yeah, I thought you were going to buy the goods in three months at the very most."

"Those bastards changed their minds now. They said that the second batch will be in six months." Zhang Song said indignantly.

"They also said that the first batch of supplies might be distributed in batches. How annoying."