Mr. Zhuang Shiqiang wanted to ride on the coattails of Hou De's victory over Heroic Concealment, but the sponsorship fee of nine thousand and one a year was way beyond his bottom line.
And the thought that the price had risen so much just because he was one or two hours late made Mr. Zhuang feel as sick as if he had eaten shit; the smile on his face couldn't be maintained any longer.
"Principal Ma, if you really insist on this price, I'm afraid we won't be able to make a deal."
"That's too bad," Ma Lu said, "Just a moment ago, I received several calls from parties interested in discussing sponsorship with us. But since you, Mr. Zhuang, approached us first, I kept the opportunity available for you.
"Nine thousand may seem like a lot, but in a short amount of time, you'll surely realize it's a very worthwhile investment."
Mr. Zhuang rolled his eyes inwardly at these words. A nine-thousand annual sponsorship fee worthwhile? Did he really look like such an easy mark?