"Brother Fei, right, here's a fair price for you, 9 million."
Guo Bing said straightforwardly, "I won't lowball you, but I won't give more either. If you agree, sign the contract now, and I'll pay you the full amount by tomorrow."
When Yu Fei heard the price of 9 million, he couldn't hide his disappointment, and he immediately looked around.
"Is there anyone else who wants to bid?"
"Do you only accept full payments?"
Someone raised their hand to ask.
"Yes."
"Then there's no way..."
That person sat back down.
"No more bids?"
Yu Fei scanned around and felt disappointed when he saw no one else moving.
Tang Yiming was initially a bit tempted but then sighed helplessly, thinking he still had to invest 30 million to build the club's track later.
"Brother Fei, besides me, who else wants to pay more than 9 million for your car? I'm only sitting here because of Young Master Zhang. If you're unwilling, I'll leave now."
At this time, Guo Bing showed a little impatience.
