"Clearly, you guys saw that we agreed too readily, so you raised the price again!"
"6,000 an hour? If we still agree this time, are you guys going to raise the price further!?"
"Don't get carried away!"
Zilong raised his hand to make everyone quiet. He took a deep breath and said, "Just name the price directly! We agreed, and you guys raised it again. We didn't agree, and you still raised it. If we keep arguing like this, nothing will come out of it."
The middle-aged man's eyeballs rolled in disgust. He discussed in a low voice with the people who came with him. "It seems that he's the one who made the decision. I heard what he said. Even if we demand for 6,000 an hour, he'll agree."
"He's rich and generous," someone said. "Since that's the case, why don't we ask for more? Our brothers can get more."
"I wonder how long they'll film here?"
