C402 Make Haste

"Didn't we agree on 50 million just now? Why did the contract change to 300 million now? Shouldn't you explain it to me?"

Haotian lazily threw the contract on the table and smiled at Ma Sheng.

Fifty million, three hundred million.

The price was six times more than what they had agreed on earlier.

"Three hundred million? "What's going on