Xu Yao thought about the seriousness of matters and suppressed the anger in his heart. He went straight to the point and said, "Tribe leader Zong Bang, we're willing to pay this amount to buy the wool you brought this time."
Zong Bang looked at Xu Yao's hand gesture. It was actually only slightly higher than the previous price suggested. He smiled and said, "Sir, we only shave wool twice a year. There's only so little amount produced each time, and we have to carefully take care of the sheeps' food, drinks, and poop. We really can't sell at this price."
Xu Yao's eyes darkened. "Tribe leader Zong Bang, what do you think of this number?"
Xu Yao gestured a slightly higher price under his sleeves.
Zong Bang shook his head. "Our family relies on these sheeps to survive. This won't do."
Zong Bang's family had thousands of sheep and hundreds of cows, but he actually had the cheek to say that he relied on these sheeps to survive.
