"What? Kid, how dare you!"
Zheng Dahua was outraged. The factory was his lifeline, and now Li Xiaobao dared to ask for it—wasn't that the same as taking his life?
"Heh heh, don't worry. As for the money, you won't be shortchanged. I'll give you a transfer fee of one hundred thousand." Li Xiaobao waved his hand dismissively at Zheng Dahua.
"Kid, keep dreaming!"
Zheng Dahua was furious. His factory was worth far more than a few million, and now Li Xiaobao wanted to take it for just one hundred thousand—wasn't this outright robbery?
But Zheng Dahua forgot that he had sent Tang Jie to destroy Li Xiaobao's factory and steal his suppliers, which was even worse than what Li Xiaobao was doing.
Li Xiaobao was merely giving him a taste of his own medicine with an additional one hundred thousand yuan.
"Heh heh, did you forget what I just said?" Li Xiaobao smiled lightly at Zheng Dahua.
"What?" Zheng Dahua angrily questioned Li Xiaobao.
"I never dream, for example—look at him!"
