Mang Ke exchanged just a few words with Feng Xue and was led into the room, which made her somewhat worried. Nonetheless, she maintained an impassive face, pretending to be mute and letting Feng Xue handle everything. In contrast, Feng Xue greeted the middle-aged man emerging from the factory building with a handshake as if they were old acquaintances.
However, Mang Ke quickly realized something was off because their handshake lasted a bit longer than usual…
"Young man, isn't your price a bit steep?"
"The Baqi 377 model flagship, full set of accessories, only the lock plate is damaged. Its condition would yield 70% of its value even in Budha Ali," Feng Xue said with an uncompromising attitude, but the hand that was clasped subtly shifted its position.
The man seemed to consider for a moment before he said,
"You mentioned Budha Ali, but Palin Country is small, and it's not easy to sell such a vehicle here!"
