"Then what is your psychological price?"

"In business negotiations, no one will show off the bottom line casually. Although I am young, I still understand this principle. You can lower it yourself to the price I am satisfied with. Maybe I will consider signing a contract with you."

"Mr. Zhao, it's hard for me to do this..."

"Don't talk nonsense... There are still some talks about price cuts. If you don't, leave immediately..."

Zhao Dezhu was angry, and the pressure of the strong practitioner immediately filled the air, and even Michael Walton, who was used to big scenes, was so overwhelmed.

Cui Zhenzhen sat diagonally opposite him, staring at this noble man who was young but had changed her fate in life. In her eyes, Zhao Dezhu was so strong and domineering, and how could he be like a half-grown boy wandering in the middle school campus? He was like an emperor who looked down on the world and was full of intimidating charm!

Not only her, but Jiang Mengzhu also had this feeling. This young master was not the cynical Hanshi Taibao in his father's mouth. He was simply a domineering superior, with one word and one ruthless deity!

"7.5 USD per gram, this is my bottom line!" Michael Walton had to succumb to this invisible pressure. He felt that if the price was not reduced, his heart would jump out of his chest.

"It's too high!" Zhao Dezhu said coldly.

"This is my bottom line..."

"Stop talking nonsense, will you still be reduced or not? If you do not surrender, you will leave immediately..."

“$7.30…”

“Too high!”

“Can’t drop any more…”

"5 US dollars per gram! I don't pay for an extra cent..." Seeing that the heat was almost done, Zhao Dezhu showed his trump card!

"What? $5 per gram? You might as well grab it!" Michael Walton's assistant James jumped out of the chair. The product that was originally $23 per gram dropped to $5 per gram. Isn't this a playful person?

"I don't have to rob it. If you don't do it, some people will come to do it." Zhao Dezhu said coldly.

"Mr. Zhao, you didn't negotiate the business like this. If the other party has no way out, the final result will be both sides." Michael Walton was also a little angry.

"What's wrong? Do you think it's a loss?" Zhao Dezhu said coldly: "From your quotation today, you have been selling us huge profits. You sell products of a few dollars per gram, and you sell them for dozens of dollars. The robbers are not as unintentional as you. It's not that we have no way out, but that you are forcing yourself to death. If you don't have the greed before, you are still selling 23 dollars per gram with peace of mind. Is that not good? Why do you have to be greedy for more?"

"Anyway, we can't accept the price of 5 US dollars per gram." Michael Walton was very surprised. In fact, his bottom line was also $5. At this price, they could make some meager profits. This was also the price originally planned by the company when this product was first launched. However, it was another matter to realize that the monopoly and scarcity of polynene increased significantly.

"Then there is nothing to say. My time is very precious, so I won't waste it here. Mr. Jiang, let's see the guests off." Zhao Dezhu waved his hand and signaled that Jiang Mengzhu could drive people away.

"Mr. Walton, sorry, please." Jiang Mengzhu stood up without expression.

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Jiang, don't be so impulsive," Michael Walton changed his smile and said, "Business is negotiated, so take a step back and the sky is wide open."

"I don't plan to discuss business with you," Zhao Dezhu said coldly: "To be honest, I deliberately said such a low price is to scare you away. I would rather sign the Gatet Group's $7.8 gram product than cooperate with you again. There is a Chinese proverb that is called "Once you are bitten by a snake, you will be afraid of a rope for ten years. Do you know what it means? How do I know if you will bite us in the future?"

"Mr. Zhao, we Americans are very contractual. Once we sign the contract, we will not regret it. So please believe that M Group is a good partner," Michael Walton smiled and said, "Let's take this step back, $6.5, $6.5 per gram. If you agree, we can sign the contract."

"I keep my word, I have no regrets when I land." Zhao Dezhu said lightly: "I said 5 US dollars is 5 US dollars, and there is no room for negotiation. If you agree, I can consider cooperating with you. If you don't agree, then clean up and leave."

"It seems that Mr. Zhao really doesn't want to cooperate with us. Since that's the case, let's say goodbye." Michael Walton looked slightly angry, stood up, and walked outside. The employees under him also followed him out angrily.

After leaving the conference room gate, James angrily swears a US curse and said angrily: "These Chinese people are too much, they are smelly and hard. They will never cooperate with them in the future!"

Michael Walton's eyes flashed and he whispered: "They didn't come with him, are they?"

"No." The employee who was walking in the last place in the team looked back.

"Then you go over and take a look, what they are doing, let's slow down and wait a moment," said Michael Walton.

James and Alice looked at each other, and they could see surprise and frustration in each other's eyes. It seemed that President Walton didn't really want to leave, but just tried the other's bottom line.

After the m group left, Jiang Mengzhu and Cui Zhenzhen were a little panicked. If they really broke the other party away, then it would be troublesome next.

Zhao Dezhu smiled slightly, indicating that they didn't need to panic. His six senses were sensitive and his ears were amazing, so he could hear what Michael Walton said in the corridor clearly. The old guy definitely didn't really want to leave, he just shot him to see if they would chase him out.

Now is a time to compete for will, and see who can hold on until the end.

"Mr. Jiang, call Mr. Amil Khan and tell them to hold the signing ceremony as soon as possible." Zhao Dezhu deliberately said this sentence loudly.

"Okay, Mr. Zhao. I'll call them immediately." Jiang Mengzhu understood it and took out the phone and dialed it out in a pretentious manner.

The guy standing by the door eavesdropping rushed over and said, "Mr. Walton, they are calling the president of the Gertat Group and want to hold the signing ceremony as soon as possible."

"What?" Michael Walton was anxious. He took the lead and took a big step towards the conference room.

"One, two, three..." Zhao Dezhu made faces at Jiang Mengzhu and Cui Zhenzhen, then counted his fingers and whispered: "If I count to five, they will appear."

As a result, as soon as he raised his fifth finger, Michael Walton led his negotiation team into the conference room.

The three of them smiled knowingly, and Jiang Mengzhu and Cui Zhenzhen gave thumbs up at the bottom of the table.

"Mr. Walton, why are you back?" Jiang Mengzhu's expression was very good, a little surprised, but more impatient.

Michael Walton rushed over a few steps, snatched the phone from Jiang Mengzhu's hand, and hung up cleanly.

"You don't need to contact the Gertad Group anymore," Michael Walton handed the phone to Jiang Mengzhu and said solemnly: "I agree with your terms, 5 US dollars per gram, the deal will be completed!"

"Mr. Walton, are you sure this is OK?" James couldn't help but remind: "This price is too outrageous and should be reported to the board of directors for approval."

Michael Walton waved his hand and signaled that James didn't need to say anything more. He is the president of the group and the founder of the company, so he naturally attaches more importance to the interests of the company than ordinary people. The price of $5 is exactly the minimum authority given to him by the board of directors. Only he himself knows this authority.

What shocked him was how did the boy in front of him know his psychological bottom line? Is it a coincidence or really? If it was a coincidence, it would be too far-fetched. If it was a coincidence, it would make him feel even more frightened.

There are always some special people in this world, most people call it abilities, such as being able to find out the other person's psychological thoughts. In fact, it is because this group of people's brain waves are far from ordinary people and can intercept information in other people's brain waves. As far as Michael Walton knows, such people actually exist.

Could it be that this Chinese boy is the kind of capable person? If not, then everything will not be explained.

He, a long-standing business leader, failed in front of a young man who was still young and failed. Who would believe it if it was spread? Unless this young man has the ability to be more ordinary.

In fact, although Michael Walton's thoughts are not completely correct, it is basically not much different. Zhao Dezhu is not more powerful than others in his brain waves, and can intercept the information in his brain waves. He is a cultivator and a master among cultivators, so his spiritual sense is far from ordinary people. Using the spiritual sense attack technique to obtain information in other people's minds is not too difficult for cultivators of Zhao Dezhu's level.

"Since Mr. Walton agrees to supply the goods at $5, I have nothing to say," Zhao Dezhu said lightly, "Although I still don't want to cooperate with you, a gentleman's word is like white dye soap, I will naturally keep my promise."

Jiang Mengzhu said lightly: "Mr. Walton, when do you want to sign the contract? If you are not in a hurry, it's better to go in a few days. We also hold a board meeting to discuss this matter."

She was already filled with joy. Unexpectedly, a catastrophic accident came to Zhao Dezhu's hands and solved it in such a cola way. 5 US dollars per gram... Zhao Dezhu is really amazing. He actually hit the price of 5 US dollars per gram. What's amazing is that the other party even agreed!

Think about it, the original price of $23 per gram has dropped by nearly five times! The cost of Light Magic 1 has been greatly reduced, and the profit after mass production and listing has become more considerable!

If he was full of resentment towards the young master Zhao Dezhu, most of the resentment had gone away. No matter what, he was indeed a strange man with normal abilities!

"Since I'm here, there's no need to wait any longer. Let's sign the contract today." Michael Walton said: "But I still have one more condition."
Chapter completed!