Frank sighed. "Tell him he can't have it back. I've already brewed it into medicinal broth for a patient."
"Already?!" Zangi was left fidgeting, uneasy.
That was his only shot at clearing up this mess, and if things worked out, Mr. Quaker might really put this behind them.
He just did not expect Frank to be so impatient that it was almost amusing.
And Mr. Quaker was already glowering furiously, noticing the look on Zangi's face. "What, he's already used it?!"
Knowing that he was not going to hide something like that from Mr. Quaker, he said, "Why don't you talk to him?"
Mr. Quaker promptly took the phone and snapped coolly, "I'm not being cold here, and I understand that you need that herb to save a life. So it doesn't matter if you've used it—just pay me my money's worth."
While paying extra for a low-grade herb would make him a sucker—and even hurt his reputation on top of that—Frank simply did not like to argue.
Using money to make problems go away was no issue for him, so he nodded and said, "I'll pay you another two mil. Let's put this behind us."
Mr. Quaker was suddenly smiling, but before he agreed to it, he soon thought that this was fishy.
The way Frank accepted his demand so quickly was as if he was not losing anything from this!
"No, wait," he growled. "Make it another five million, or this won't be the last you hear from me!"
"Fine," Frank replied, starting to get impatient.
"No, wait! Not five million. Ten million!" Mr. Quaker raised his demand again, seeing how quickly Frank agreed to it.
However, he had no idea that he had gone too far this time.
He did not buy the Bright Sky Herb from Mr. Quaker in the first place because he could already see how unreasonable Mr. Quaker was.
And now, Mr. Quaker certainly got his just deserts, running into a man more ruthless than he was!
For his part, Mr. Quaker really did not want trouble, but he refused to let so much money slip through his grasp either.
As such, he shelved his pride and turned to Zangi. "Uh, could you talk to the buyer for me? Be nice, and tell him if he can't afford ten mil, eight mil would do. He could at least bargain, right?"
"You're kidding, Mr. Quaker. If he did, you'd then demand twenty mil, won't you? Why should he even bother?"
Zangi laughed coldly and scoffed at Mr. Quaker since he was already furious, especially now that Mr. Quaker was asking him for a favor!
"Our owner's right. You're a greedy pig—that Bright Sky Herb was never worth ten mil, but look at you, taking five million and then demanding more? Where's your dignity?!"
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