"Is this... a bit too high?"
Now it was Chen Fang's turn to feel somewhat embarrassed.
Wang Gaoxing took a deep drag of his cigarette.
He said, "High? Not at all! Look, the commotion you all just caused has already disrupted business for the vendors, and there were plenty of customers standing around watching, which greatly affects our market's reputation. Asking each of you to pay 3000 is quite a reasonable price."
All three of them shivered at once.
Yu Zhengchuan couldn't help asking, "You want each of us to pay three thousand?"
"What's with that tone? Don't tell me it should be me paying each of you three thousand? What are you thinking about? As if pies fall from the sky!"
Wang Gaoxing continued with the same contented expression he had earlier.
After a pause, Chen Fang said, "Manager Wang, that's a bit unreasonable, don't you think? Each of us paying three thousand? It's clearly your market people selling the fake goods, the fault lies with you."
