"There are only three days left, and Mr. Shen still won't budge. I'm out of ideas," Li Yinchen said with a frown. He had raised the profit share to sixty percent, but Shen Yibin still hadn't signed.
"Negotiations to buy the parrot directly have also fallen through. Mr. Shen is still insisting on a price of exactly thirty-eight thousand, three hundred eighty-four yuan and thirty-eight cents, but the buyer must meet his requirements. I just don't get it. We're throwing all this money at him, so why won't he just take it!" the shareholder with the black-rimmed glasses said, equally annoyed.
"The plan to invite Mr. Shen to stream on our platform also failed. He has no interest whatsoever." Of course he wasn't interested. Nearly half of the three-month deadline had passed, and he still hadn't found a suitable owner for Cheeky. If this dragged on any longer, he'd end up in prison dropping the soap. How could Shen Yibin possibly be in the mood to do a live stream?
