Harvard was drawn to the price. Two-thirds of the market price was definitely a huge concession. None of the factories on the market would give such a huge concession.
But, people always said, there was no free lunch. Why would they make this concession?
Harvard was not stupid, so he would not be easily deceived. He tried his best to suppress the happiness in his heart. He leaned back in his chair and appeared interested as he stared at Ted. He tested the waters and asked, “It’s two-thirds, Mr. Morrison. You’re making such a big sacrifice, and I can’t help but wonder why you’re making such a huge concession?”
Ted looked serious as he said, “Just as you’ve stated, my factory is just a normal small factory, and we are not especially excellent. We totally can’t compare to those big factories. So, Mr. Hill, if I don’t make such a concession, would you choose to collaborate with me instead of those more famous larger-scale factories?"
“Do you agree with me?”
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