Negotiation.
This word sounded rather novel to Yang Fan.
Especially given the circumstances in which it appeared.
The feeling was akin to eating beef noodles with a knife and fork—extremely out of place.
"Alright then, let's negotiate. I'd like to hear what you want to discuss with me," Yang Fan said.
The seemingly refined young man adjusted his glasses with two fingers and spoke, "I know the gist of the matter—Brother, you want to get back the money that was swindled from you, right?"
Yang Fan looked at him with a detached expression and didn't respond.
Wasn't that obvious enough?
The young man nodded and continued, "Once money enters our pockets, we typically don't have a reason to take it back out. But let's see if this works for you: I'll have our Fifth Sister spend half a month with you, just as promised earlier. Consider that as an act of good faith. Let's both take a step back and avoid blowing this situation out of proportion—how does that sound?"
