"How much do you want? Just say it!"
"You came to me."
Martial Saint took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "Five hundred million."
Xu Lun remained silent, his eyes darting, relieved that he hadn't acted impulsively earlier.
This kid really has some strength.
"I don't think we need to continue talking."
What is this?
Blatant contempt!
If this is a negotiation tactic, there's no doubt the other party has succeeded greatly, as Martial Saint's competitiveness was completely aroused, and he who was trying to save money for Boss Jiang suddenly became indifferent.
"One billion!"
Deafening.
Xu Lun, who was listening on the side, was left stunned.
Martial Saint's words earlier made a lot of sense.
The so-called not-for-sale items are just that the offer isn't high enough.
What does one billion mean?!
If this piece really belonged to him, as a master sculptor, Xu Lun was sure he would sign the contract without hesitation.
"You seem to have a lot of money."
Finally.
