Li Mingyu felt even more uncomfortable, a sense of being outdone gnawing at him, and he couldn't help but glare resentfully at Chen Feiyu.
Under Chen Feiyu’s expectant gaze, Xu Qingshan slowly shook his head and said, "Mr. Chen, I will say it again: I’m afraid you’ve made this trip for nothing. The Fire Spirit Grass is not for sale."
Chen Feiyu frowned and raised his offer, "Five hundred million."
Chapter 30