"Are you an idiot, or do you take me for one? Sell you the furnace for twelve billion? In your dreams. How can you be so adorably naive?"
With a teasing smile, Qin Fan looked at the infuriated Yao Jianjia.
Sell something he bought for twenty billion for only twelve billion? Indeed, no one would be that foolish.
Yao Jianjia finally seemed to grasp the situation. "Fine, I won't let you take a loss!" she proposed. "Sell it to me for twenty-one billion! That's a one-billion profit for you. But I only have twelve billion right now. Can I owe you the remaining nine billion?"
"First, do I look like someone who needs a billion or two? Second, do you really think I'd let you owe me nearly half the price?" Qin Fan continued to jest.
"You bastard! What do you want, then?" Yao Jianjia clenched her delicate fists.
"Give up this unrealistic idea. It's impossible for you to have the furnace," Qin Fan said, shaking his head. With that, he turned as if to walk away.
