They both entered the conference room, Mr. Kang immediately stood up and bowed to him, jimin also slightly bowed.
"Hello sir" He greeted him with a smile.
"Hi" Jimin greeted him being cold as usual.
"So what do you think about my proposal?" He asked impatiently.
"Mr. Kang" Jimin spoke.
"Y..yes" He stammered a little but it was common for jimin to hear fluent people stammer in front of him.
"What do you think about coffee?" He asked.
"I think t..that's good" He answered.
Jimin signaled his assistant and he ordered a coffee.
"So.. about your proposal, I see people are need of this medicinal drug"
"yes sir.. the stats..s" he was speaking when jimin interrupted him.
"I know what the stats show Mr. Kang, what I want to know is how much would you offer me"
"My offer to you is 10 million dollars"
"Cancel the coffee" Jimin ordered and got up to leave.
"S..sir..w..wait I can offer more" He stammered.
"How much" Jimin asked standing.
"20 million"
"You see that door?, it is built for leaving the room when I'm done talking"
"S..sir wait please sit" Jimin glanced at him and sat.
"how much do you want?" he asked with a heavy heart.
"now you got to the point, I want 60 million dollars" he demanded.
"S..ir, im not having this much profit, how can I offer you that"
"Mr. Kang, do you think I don't know how much profit you would be having? 120 million dollars, am I right or am I right?"
There was a pin drop silence for some moments.
"Y..yes that's correct, but you're demanding half of it"
"ahh.. what's bothering me so much?" jimin asked frustrated, and slid his hand on his back and took out his gun.
"oh.. this was" He said smirking while caressing it .
Pune came in with the coffee and kept it on the table and left.
"so.. Mr. Kang where were we?"
"Y..you..dem..demanded..half"
"oh yes, do You have any problem with that?" jimin asked in a dominating tone.
"n..no..sir..."
"Good" jimin said.
"Never say no to me if you wish to live longer" he said with rage in his eyes.
"send me the money, I'll take care of the smuggling, also, bargaining with a mafia is never a good idea" jimin put his gun back and said in a peaceful tone.
"Don't let him leave without drinking the coffee, My chef works hard." He ordered his assistant and buttoned his coat.
"Have a nice day" he said and left the room.
SCENE CHANGES
"What is he up to now?" Min Yoongi asked.
"Sir.. he would be smuggling fentanyl from U.S. to South korea"
