"But what? He wants to raise the price?" Wang Peng frowned and asked. The price he offered was certainly astronomical. Could it be that the man was still not satisfied?!
"The price is not an issue; it's just that the other party said the task would take about a month before it could start." The butler replied truthfully.
"Hmph!" Before Wang Peng could speak, Wang Bin, lying on the hospital bed with his legs spread like a crab, snorted coldly: "Who does he think he is? If he can't do it, we'll just find someone else!"
Although Wang Bin felt it was worth spending ten million to vent his anger, the attitude of Satan made this high-and-mighty young master somewhat resentful. It felt like being taken for granted, which made him very unhappy!
Wang Peng didn't speak, only looked at the butler with an inquiring gaze, clearly agreeing with Wang Bin's words.
