Yang Fan's offer made the woman dressed in low-cut attire, who had revealed two snow-white ravines on her chest, roll her eyes discreetly before squeezing out another smile. With a hint of warmth, she said, "Young man, that's not how you haggle. Sure, you can halve the price when buying clothes, but this is a car we're talking about. Every single screw on it costs money."
Yang Fan said indifferently, "Every single thread on a piece of clothing is also factored into the cost—you can't calculate it that way."
The woman was exasperated.
She waved her fingers adorned with long, manicured nails and said, "How about this—I can see you're genuinely interested, so let's both make a compromise. Forty-five thousand. Honestly, that's my rock-bottom price. At that price, if you still think it's too high, then there's nothing more I can do."
