Wilbur has met countless people, so he naturally met a lot of people with different personalities. What Mister Sun said proved that he would request something. Wilbur could only agree to it if the request was reasonable. Wilbur quickly said something to ease the awkwardness, "That''s right. The consignment shop trades inrge quantities, but we''re only making a small profit since it''s the consignment shop, after all. The items do not belong to the consignment shop, so there isn''t a lot of profit. We''re barely maintaining it."


    Mister Sun was surprised to hear that. Then, he instantly understood what Wilbur meant. He nodded and said, "Naturally. We''re businessmen, after all, and we lose profit sometimes. I know Cape Consortium has its difficulties, so I won''t be making impossible requests."


    Wilbur and Faye looked at each other. They frowned at the same time. They wondered if Mister Sun was expressing a demand within five minutes of the conversation.


    Mister Sun said, "Forgive me, Mister Penn. I''m straightforward, and I''m not good at the whole business banter thing. I hope you don''t mind. I hope we can all contribute to Dasha since we''re in the same industry. I''ll cut right to the chase. I hope Cape Consortium can donate a thousand collectibles to our Seechertown Museum each year."


    "What? A thousand collectibles? That many?"


    Faye looked at Wilbur in shock. Wilbur did not speak at that moment. Mister Sun felt awkward for two seconds, so he continued to say, "If that''s impossible, then maybe we should allpromise. Just donating five hundred collectibles annually will do, Mister Penn. Moreover, you need to promise that each collectible is worth more than a hundred thousand dors. In that case, I think our coboration will be very pleasant. Of course, please don''t be mistaken. That price is just a standard for the collectibles, not for the museum to sell them. This is the Seechertown Museum, after all. Everything on disy here must be a qualified collectible, otherwise, we''ll be the butt of the joke in Seechertown."


    Wilbur and Faye looked at each other in sync. Mister Sun did not say anything wrong, but they felt like something was fishy. He did not seem to possess the attitude of a museum director.


    Wilbur took a deep breath and raised his left hand. He gestured a two with his fingers and asked, "How about this, Mister Sun? I will provide twenty collectibles to the Seechertown Museum each year. Moreover, I promise that each collectible will be worth more than a million dors. Is that alright?"


    Mister Sun looked excited when he heard that. He asked, "Really? Are you willing to provide our museum with twenty collectibles worth more than a million dors?"


    "Yeah. That''s my offer. At the same time, it''s because Cape Consortium has limited resources. I hope you ept my offer, Mister Sun."


    Mister Sun was overjoyed at that point. He was unsure about the donation, after all. He only said it to test Wilbur. As it turned out, Wilbur was only willing to donate twenty collectibles, but each of the collectibles was worth a million dors. That would be at least twenty million dors.


    Twenty million dors was not a small amount of money. Mister Sun has never been offered anything like that. He felt like there was no way he would refuse someone who would donate twenty million dors each year.


    He reached out to grab Wilbur''s hand and shook it. He said with excitement, "That''s great, Mister Penn. As expected, you didn''t let me down. It''s a deal in that case."


    They chatted about nothing for a while before saying goodbye. Wilbur left with Faye.


    Faye looked ufortable after they left the museum. She said, "Twenty collectibles, each worth a million dors. You''re giving twenty million dors away. Are you sure about that, Mister CEO?"


    "Yeah."