Eric, Tan, and Tang looked at each other, none of them expecting the Ming Dynasty family to offer such generous terms. Eric and Tang Feiyan were surprised by the annual salary of 30 million and the ease of just taking money without doing anything, while Tan Ailing was shocked by the promise of being able to freely use forces below the three-star level!
Zhu Mingde seemed very satisfied with Eric's reaction, sitting confidently in his seat, smiling without saying a word.
Eric suddenly stood up, and slightly bowed to Zhu Mingde, whose face lit up with joy.
"Thank you for your kindness, but I won't agree..."
The unexpected answer from Zhu Mingde made his smile freeze on his face. "Why? If Mr. Eric is not satisfied with the treatment we offer, then please state your requirements, and we can negotiate..."