Novel & Cerita The Price Is Your Everything Naver

If you're willing to take over, I can offer them at a discounted price. "Four billion five hundred million Wyverna Dollars. This price isn't too high, is it?"

Alan nodded. "Yes. But I'm unable to understand its principles at all. Without Mila, this thing is worthless." Nathan glanced at Alan and observed him closely. After a while, he stood up with the bottle in hand and said to Cole, "Let him name a price. I'm buying this thing." Then, Nathan promptly left the room. Alan panicked, quickly standing up and shaking his head. "No need. You don't need to pay me." However, Nathan was long gone. Cole approached Alan, saying seriously, "This thing is valued at five billion dollars per bottle. As long as it doesn't exceed that price, you can name any amount you like."

“Huh? Just a million and a half? We’re taking half the loss.” “What? Doesn’t Mr. Techman’s words mean anything to you?” Marilyn pulled a long face. Chloe shuddered and said with a nod, “Of course. A million and a half, it is. I expect cash.” Marilyn turned to Kaze. “You heard it, Mr. Lee. They have dropped the price to half because of Mr. Techman.” “Huh? It’s still a million and a half. I don’t think we can afford it.”

All the members of the board except the quota, Bridget and Nathan, nodded their heads. It was embarrassing to accept but the scandal was the reason for a decline in the company. “Well, this is what we are going to do. If we reduce prices by a significant amount for these parties that buy our products, against the other competitors, we will have a much lower price. Considering the American economy, things are only going to get more expensive and the average income of an average American is about 40,000 per year. Therefore, reducing the prices of our products for a short time, might include some sort of loss but it is a risk that is worth it as in the long run, these average Americans would ra

"Celine did the right thing. Didn't she start out so defiant? Now look at her. She has completely given in!" "Exactly. Someone like her deserves to be beaten to death. Who does she think she is, stealing someone else's man?" "And she said she was Shawn's mom? As if!" Celine gazed at me like she was admiring a piece of art she had crafted. Then, she pulled out her phone and began recording a video. She focused the camera on my face, which was now covered in swollen red rashes from my allergic reaction. I had been raised in comfort and luxury—I had never once endured hardship. Yet here I was, beaten to a bloody mess and humiliated on video.

The client glanced briefly at BDT 1 and tension hung in the air before Kaitlyn’s confident voice cut through it. “Of course, our pricing may seem aggressive compared to others, but it’s based on full transparency—no hidden upgrade fees.” Nirvana almost found the woman’s insistence annoying, but none of it showed on her face as she continued to take silent notes and whisper to the analyst occasionally. Laura had frozen on the spot, her face was white as a sheet. “Both teams are really unique in their own ways. Actually, we are open to a hybrid solution—perhaps both teams collaborate.” Mr. Holland said, after a beat of silence.

While I try to convince him to take the ring back, he has already made up his mind and I am left with no option but to keep the ring. As soon as I enter the cafe, I meet Nara attending to a customer, but the moment she is done, she scurries to my side. “Wow, the ring is beautiful!” She exclaims as she pulls out her phone. “What are you doing?” I ask, obviously confused. “Checking the price of that beautiful ring.” Her fingers type against the keyboard of her phone and in less than ten seconds, she shoves the phone in my face. “$150,000!”

He knew she was right. All those years, he had kept her away from core operations. He never realized that she had already understood everything clearly from the shadows. “As for the pricing,” Mia continued, swiping her finger across the screen. The numbers on the projection screen drained the color from James’s team’s faces. “Don Gray is willing to offer an additional fifteen percent reduction off the base price, on the condition of a ten‑year exclusive strategic partnership.” The light in Don Sanchez’s eyes grew brighter by the second.

It was a notification from I*******m. Tapping it, my stomach dropped. My voice came out strangled, high and tight. “Oh God.” Adonis’ head snapped up. He cocked his head to the side. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. What is it, love? Spill.” I swallowed hard, not fully believing what I was seeing. Then I started reading out loud, my voice faltering as I scrolled: “The Anderson Company presents: Flash Pop-Up! Exclusive launch, one day only! Prices slashed. Pay half price on all selected labels. Trust us: You don’t want to miss this.”

And so far, he has been doing a wonderful job. “Donald,” I started. “You know that I don't compromise my price to favor any clients. Except it's Nike or Adidas, who would know better than to bid below asking price, then no, either they meet me at my price point or they walk away. At the end of the day, it's their loss.” “But sir, this is too good a deal to let go. Asides from the money it will fetch us, it's going to make the agency become viral.”