Li Yifei understood some Arabic. After all, he had completed several missions here and had learned some Arabic. Listening to the Arab prince across from him, he couldn't help but laugh inside. This guy was actually murmuring whether the offer he made was too low, so that's why the Huaxia people across wouldn't get him a hawk. Should he offer an extra million?
Li Yifei really wanted to say, "I'll give you three million dollars, and you get me a Falco rusticolus."
But that would be too face-smacking. Experience told him it's best not to compete with Arabs, especially these princes, in terms of wealth, because anyone from the other side could be dirt poor, except for having loads of money.
Chatting with this prince, Li Yifei had no particular purpose; he was just bored on the plane. Initially, he wanted to chat with Wu Shuwei beside him, but she ignored him, so Li Yifei wouldn't take the initiative either.
