Bear Chumo looked at the pile of colorful rural clothes on the ground, his eyes full of disdain, even stepping back a few steps with disgust.
"What trash, you're the trash! And, want us to pay more? No way! How can you do business like this, no ethics or dignity, can you be reasonable?" Su Qingqing's eyes seemed to be on fire, arguing vehemently.
Bear Chumo did not argue further with Su Qingqing, but pulled out a Hongtashan cigarette from the pack, handed it to Ye Huan, and asked, "Brother, you're the man, the head of the household, you make the decision. So, what do you say, pay more?"
"Even if the money were thrown into the water, I wouldn't give it to you."
Ye Huan's face was cold, showing no intention to take the cigarette.
"Good, you got guts!"
