"You connect both sides, earning a bit of commission is nothing, after all, I'm not the one paying."
"But you're making this money too easily, so cough up ten thousand yuan to contribute to the development of Fengshan Village. If you agree, I'll go immediately. If not, then let's just part ways."
Zhao Tienan's attitude was very firm, leaving Mrs. Hu speechless on the spot.
Ten thousand yuan is definitely a considerable sum for a farmer from a poor village.
If you suddenly ask someone to fork out such a large sum, it wouldn't feel great, psychologically speaking.
But since the money tree spoke up, Mrs. Hu couldn't help but agree. After all, she invited Zhao Tienan herself. If he gets offended and decides not to help, the intermediary fee would be the least of her worries—the whole situation would be awkward.
They haggled intensely over the phone for two minutes before finally settling on the profit distribution.
