Li Mingyu felt even more uncomfortable inside, plagued by a sense of being outshone, and could not help glaring resentfully at Chen Feiyu.
Under Chen Feiyu's expectant gaze, Xu Qingshan still slowly shook his head and said, "Mr. Chen, I'll say it again: I'm afraid you've made this trip for nothing today. The Fire Spirit Grass is not for sale."
Chen Feiyu frowned and raised his offer further: "Five hundred million."
Chapter 30