Qin Ye was puzzled when he heard the Think Tank say they had exceeded expectations.
"What's the matter?"
The Think Tank hurriedly explained, "My lord, after I arrived at the Yang Residence, I met Yang Fulian and explained our intentions using your token. He didn't refuse and agreed immediately."
Qin Ye raised an eyebrow, "He was that agreeable?"
This was somewhat surprising to him.
"Doesn't he have any demands? And he even doubled the initial amount?"
There must be some catch.
It seemed impossible.
"There were demands... He hopes..." The strategist paused and looked up at his master.
Seeing the expression on his face, Qin Ye's expression darkened, "Speak."
His gaze towards the Think Tank was as sharp as arrows.
If the Think Tank dared to agree to any absurd demands, Qin Ye would surely have him executed.
Sensing the menacing look in his master's eyes, the Think Tank felt an inexplicable chill.
