Chapter 4670 — The Division
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At such a moment any other man would have been utterly bewitched; forget a three-seven split—he would have nodded without hesitation even at the prospect of doing her hard labor for nothing. Unfortunately, Wei Zhao was the exception.
"Save your breath. That doesn't work on me." Wei Zhao gave her a cold glance, his gaze carrying a distinct trace of impatience, even a hint of warning, which made Huo Yudie start in alarm and unconsciously clap a hand over her mouth. Hadn't her master said this trick worked a hundred times out of a hundred on men? How could it have failed?!
Huo Yudie could not help feeling uneasy, never suspecting that Wei Zhao was merely severe in appearance; in truth, something small and inexplicable had stirred in his heart, only he had masked it so well that no one could tell.
In the end, Huo Yudie's master had not been wrong: a beauty's coquetry worked on any man, especially when deployed by a peerless beauty like her. Even now, behind her veil, with nothing but a pair of bright, delicate eyes, she had plainly made Wei Zhao feel a stirring charm—only that his will was firm, and he had long since grown accustomed to beauties such as Han Jingyi.
This woman was absolutely a femme fatale of the highest order! Wei Zhao quietly put up his guard. If she were to remove her veil at this moment, he truly could not swear he would hold out; he might not lose his mind entirely, but once pity and tenderness took root, he might well yield to her without even realizing it.
"All right, then. To show my sincerity, I'll back down—four-six!" Seeing that Wei Zhao remained utterly unmoved, Huo Yudie had no choice but to concede. Inwardly she was speechless. Could what that Kang Jingming had said be true? Was this thing really a eunuch? Otherwise, why had her coquetry had not the slightest effect?
"Bye-bye." Wei Zhao's mouth curled, as though his patience were completely spent, and he at once quickened his pace to shake her off.
"What does that mean?" Huo Yudie was startled and hurried after him for several steps to ask.
"It means goodbye. If that's what you call sincerity, then there's nothing left for us to discuss." Wei Zhao spoke without turning his head.
At those words Huo Yudie stopped in her tracks, her expression shifting as she watched his receding back. A sense of helplessness welled up in her heart. How could this thing be so impervious to persuasion?
"Fifty-fifty! This is already an astronomical price, and my bottom line—not a penny more!" Huo Yudie said through gritted teeth, though her eyes held the resolve of a small vendor haggling over prices.
She was currently stuck at a bottleneck and urgently needed the Thunder Mystic Pill. If she let this chance slip, who knew where she would have to go, or how long she would have to wait, for the next Thunder Mystic Vine. Lingering too long at a bottleneck could drag a prodigy down into a waste; she could not afford the delay.
"Let's go with the three-seven you proposed earlier. Otherwise, no deal." Wei Zhao halted his steps, the corner of his mouth curving up ever so slightly. The three-seven he meant was of course to be turned around—she would take three, and he would take seven!
Though his impression of this girl had improved considerably, business was business. On a matter like this Wei Zhao would not be so foolish as to give ground. After all, the other party was nothing but a stranger he had never met. Wei Zhao's generosity was ever reserved for friends and his own people—he would never dole out charity to strangers, not even to a peerless beauty.
"What?!" Huo Yudie stared at Wei Zhao in disbelief. Had she not been veiled, her mouth could have fit a whole egg. How was this thing's brain put together? Clearly it was she who had proposed the partnership, and all the intelligence was known to her alone—and yet he still wanted the lion's share? And wanted it as though it were the most natural thing in the world? R1152