"Is there a problem, sir?" Bolo looked at the Asian man with some confusion.
"No problem, I was just thinking of something pleasant."
Allen Zhang smiled and said, "You're willing to pay 350 thousand for this batch of goods, right? But you just said, you have a rival, and this batch is very important to you. I wonder if they'd be willing to pay 400 thousand US dollars, or even more, for it?"
Bolo's face darkened, "Sir, I deal in good faith."
"Your reputation isn't that great."
Allen Zhang pulled his hand back, and two hot-bodied beauties immediately weakened, he slowly wiped it with a tissue, "I want four hundred thousand for this batch, not a cent less. Think about it. If you don't agree, I'll contact other buyers."
Bolo weighed the pros and cons, consulted with his advisor, and nodded, "Okay!"
"But 400 thousand dollars, I honestly can't gather that much cash at once..."
