"No, we cannot easily touch that batch of Xuan Iron ore." Wei Dongyu's expression changed slightly, and the previously fierce look on his face calmed down.
He paced a few steps around the room, then suddenly turned around and instructed Wei Wentao, "Like this, I will first contact some old friends, ask them to speak with that old tea tree and try to get the compensation amount reduced to below fifty million. In addition, you go contact the Helan Han Clan."
Wei Wentao was taken aback.
"Isn't the Xuan Jia Division urgently in need of a batch of Xuan Iron ore recently?" Wei Dongyu's eyes slightly squinted, a cold hue flashing in the depths of his gaze, "Coordinate with the Han Clan and drive the price of the Xuan Iron ore up further, then sell it off. You are familiar with this matter; you should know how to handle it, right?"
