C833 Three Hundred Thousand Yuan
Rohan remained as persuasive as ever.
"What do you say? Agree, and the money's yours."
The composure in Rohan's voice caused the red-haired young man to falter. He looked at Rohan, lips parting, but no response followed.
"We're talking about a solid three hundred thousand yuan here. If you're not interested, then I'll have to let it go."
"No, wait!"
The red-haired young man