Looking at the white fluffy fan surface, Old Wang suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.

  Lin Wanrong smiled slightly and said: "Boss Wang is easy to talk to, my father is not a big shot, he's just someone who does errands for the emperor, can't even get on stage."

  As for probing into psychology, Lin Wanrong's several years as a sales manager were not in vain. This remark is equivalent to not having said anything, but its effect is absolutely not small.

  It's been said that the son of this Old Master Wang was a county magistrate outside and made a lot of money, earning him the nickname "Three Feet High". This old man is preparing to return home to enjoy his son's good fortune, so he wants to sell the shop. Although the name "Mei Wei Xuan" sounds beautiful, Old Master Wang is a petty person who bullies the weak and fears the strong, which is why business in this store has always been bad.

  Those who come up and say my father is a minister, my grandfather is a prime minister, the old rivers and lakes are not afraid, but they are afraid of this kind of smiling face with a sinister heart, Boss Wang is an old rivers and lakes, naturally knows this truth.

  "I won't hide it from you, young Master Lin, this wine shop has a great location and many regular customers. If I weren't planning to retire and go back home, I wouldn't be willing to sell it at all. However, you have a majestic aura about you, and one look tells me that you're destined for great things. This small shop will surely be in good hands with you, and I won't dare ask for a high price. Six thousand eight hundred taels of silver, a lucky number, what do you think?" Old Master Wang said with a smile.

  "Six thousand eight hundred? That's not bad either." Lin Wanrong shook his fan and smiled: "But I'm telling you, Boss Wang, I have a temper, doing business has always been straightforward, no fuss. How about this, let's make it simple, round up to the nearest whole number, either six thousand or seven thousand, what do you think?"

  He was so shocked that he bit his own tongue. Is this the way to haggle? Did Lin Gongzi make too much money yesterday and go crazy?

  Lin Wanrong seemed to smile but not quite, and Dong Rende was truly bewildered after hearing his words. Wasn't this just adding value to himself? If Boss Wang insisted on 7,000 taels, wouldn't that be like lifting a stone to hit one's own foot?

  Lin Wanrong doesn't have this worry, after all, this problem is about who is more shameless. In terms of the thickness of one's face, Lin Wanrong has already acknowledged being second, so there's no one who dares to acknowledge being first.

  Although this King boss has also been through a hundred battles, when it comes to face skin, he is far inferior to Lin Wanrong. Upon hearing these words, his heart suddenly felt somewhat unbearable. This Lin Gongzi, isn't this obviously forcing him to confess? Is he really thick-skinned enough to say seven thousand taels?

  "Ah, Master Lin," said Wang with a sly smile, "is this... is this..."

  "Boss Wang, eight hundred taels of silver are nothing to me, and they're nothing to you either. It's just a matter of business habit. To be honest with you, we scholars aren't interested in these business things. I bought this shop just for fun. When my old man comes to Jiangnan, it'll be good to have something to show him. If you think the price is right, let's make a deal. If not, humph, let's pretend I never said anything." Lin Wanrong said with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

  Wang boss wiped a cold sweat, who knows what kind of background his family's old master has, don't unknowingly get himself into trouble for the sake of his son.

  The boss thought for a moment and then gritted his teeth: "Alright, six thousand taels is six thousand taels. I only hope that Master Lin can take care of me more in the future."

  "Refreshing! I like it!" Lin Wanrong slapped the folding fan shut with a "pa" sound, smiling and saying: "In that case, let's not delay matters, quickly sign the treaty."

  The boss Wang said: "No problem, I also like doing business with people who are straightforward."

  Lin Wanrong nodded and said to Dong Rende: "Old Dong, quickly take out three thousand taels of silver bills."

  Dong Rende was taken aback, but the two had already discussed it beforehand. Since Lin Wanrong was the leader, he hastily counted out three thousand taels of silver notes.

  Wang Laoban didn't know what he meant and asked doubtfully: "Lin Gongzi, these three thousand taels..."

  Lin Wanrong smiled and said: "Boss Wang, these three thousand taels are the first payment, and another three thousand taels will be paid to you within half a year."

  "How can this be?" Boss Wang exclaimed in surprise: "In doing business, one hand gives the money and the other hand gives the goods."

  Lin Wanrong said with a seemingly smiling yet not quite smiling expression: "Boss Wang, it's not that I don't trust you, but people's hearts are separated by their stomachs. Although you've transferred this wine shop to me, who knows if you have any external debts or if you've mortgaged this wine shop?"

  Wang boss was taken aback, his face suddenly looked a bit unsightly, and said: "Lin Gongzi, isn't this making things too difficult for me?"

  Lin Wanrong's expression didn't change as he said, "Is it difficult? No, no. Boss Wang, what I'm doing is actually to ensure the interests of both parties. As long as there are no creditors coming to the door within six months, not only will I pay you these three thousand taels of silver, but I'll also calculate interest on a monthly basis. This way, neither of us loses out."

  Dong Rende finally understood that Lin Wanrong was originally looking for a loan from Old Wang, and only someone with such a thick skin could come up with such a shameless excuse.

  Seeing Mr. Wang's face looking difficult, Lin Wanrong raised an eyebrow and changed his expression: "What? Don't tell me that Mr. Wang doesn't trust my character? Humph, in this Jinling official circle, although I don't often move around, I can still make a familiar face. As for those little ghosts who are messing around below, they won't dare to offend me. Mr. Wang, rest assured, as long as I give the word, no one will dare to come and bother you. However, if it weren't for me, I wouldn't dare guarantee what they would do..."

  This is an outright threat!

  Mr. Wang saw the cold smile on Lin Wanrong's face and felt a chill in his heart. Which young master is this, with such a thick skin, even intimidation is so blatant? I didn't expect him to be black-hearted, if he didn't have a backing, this kid wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.

  Dong Rende knew Lin Wanrong's true nature, and seeing him spout nonsense one after another with such a loud tone, he couldn't help but sweat in his heart. If they were to be exposed, it would be strange if the two of them weren't beaten into dog legs.

  Mr. Wang's heart skipped a beat, and Lin Wanrong suddenly opened his paper fan with a swoosh, shaking it a few times as he smiled and said: "Mr. Wang, you can rest assured that I'm not the kind of person who likes to bully others. We can sign an agreement. If six months from now I still haven't repaid your silver and interest, this wine shop - you can take it back directly."

  Under his carrot-and-stick tactics, Boss Wang had lost all judgment and could only agree.

  Fortunately, if Lin Wanrong's words were true, he wouldn't be at a loss. Half a year later, the silver would still belong to him and this wine shop would still be his own.

  When the two men signed the contract, they agreed that if the silver was not repaid within six months, the wine shop would revert to Wang's ownership.

  Two people came out of the building, it was already noon. Lin Wanrong only felt that his back was completely soaked. Such a thrilling and intense thing, even when he was a sales manager, had never been so stimulating before.

  Dong Rende saw Lin Wanrong and was immediately impressed by his audacity, not only buying the wine house but also bringing in a six-month loan of 3,000 taels of silver.

  Lin Wanrong wiped the cold sweat from his body and said to Dong Rende, "Uncle Dong, today is an important day. Go and call Qiaoqiao and Qing Shan over, let's celebrate properly."