233: Chapter 222: Most Annoying to Deal with Merchants 233: Chapter 222: Most Annoying to Deal with Merchants “What do you want?”
“There are a lot of things I want, I’m just afraid you won’t be able to provide them,” Song Yun said seriously, staring into his eyes.
“Your son tried to snatch my woman, and he said himself that his backer was you, claiming that once you arrived, you would certainly set my horse farm ablaze.
Having been threatened like this, don’t you think you should offer me something extra to compensate for the trauma to my heart?”
“Slap!!”
Fatty’s father turned and delivered a huge slap across his face, the force of which was even greater than the two slaps from Mao Shan combined.
Fatty himself was stunned, truly unaware that his father settled matters in the same way as his cousin Bai Mao.
Fatty’s mother wrapped her arms around him, crying and shouting, “Go ahead, slap me across the face instead, he’s your son, how can you be so harsh?
If you’re going to hit him, then hit me too.
Beat me to death; after all, you’ve always brought home your mistresses anyway.”
Upon hearing these words, Fatty’s father lowered his hand, which he had raised awkwardly looking at everyone around.
The men present understood his feelings; after all, who doesn’t have a few affairs?
There is not a cat in the world that doesn’t steal a bit of fish.
But such things are meant to be kept within the family; even if one knows about it, it’s another matter for the whole world to know, for where then does a man’s pride go?
Now Fatty’s father sat there in despair, sighed, and said, “If the Shura Alliance gets into trouble in the future, particularly the senior and middle ranks, I’ll help you out.”
That promise was a big deal, especially to Song Yun, who didn’t really intend to blow things up.
Now that he had this man’s word, it would be much easier to get people out of jail in the future.
“Deal,” Song Yun said, patting the other’s shoulder and smiling.
“You can take your family and leave now.”
After Fatty’s father got up, he flung his hand and left the room first, utterly ashamed.
His trivial schemes were laid bare by that wasteful woman, leaving him nowhere to put his old face.
Only two families remained.
They knew that Song Yun was just looking for an explanation or, in other words, compensation.
With this realization, they also relaxed; money is external to life, one doesn’t take it at birth or carry it to the grave—paying a little now to avoid misfortune was doable.
“Let’s move on to your young master,” Song Yun said, patting the thin man.
“He may not talk much, but I can tell he’s the slyest of the four.
As for the compensation, it’s up to you to decide.”
“Just say it.
As long as your demands are reasonable, I will comply,” said the thin man’s father gravely, while the thin man watched his father warily.
Damn it, both of his brothers had been slapped; would his father slap him too?
“Three million, a fixed price,” Song Yun said with a smile.
“Three million?
You’re robbing me!
Why don’t you go rob a bank instead?” The thin man shouted.
“This demand is too harsh; Dad, we can’t agree to this.”
“Slap!!”
The thin man’s father was also holding back his anger.
When Song Yun looked at him, he wanted to slap his son first.
Watching his son looking at him warily and shifting slightly towards his mother, he didn’t dare to shout back at Song Yun.
Even if it wasn’t Song Yun’s territory, and there weren’t many minions outside, the military uniform, and the status of Major General were enough to slowly ruin him.
Now, with his son literally putting his face in his hand, he wouldn’t be acting fairly if he didn’t slap him, given the money that would follow.
Thus, the thin man’s father slapped his son back to his mother’s side.
That slap cleared his mind; the fire within him died down.
Disregarding the thin man’s resentful gaze, his father took a breath and said slowly, “The demand, as my son mentioned, is too harsh.
Please, suggest another.”
“It can’t be changed; I’ve already said it’s a fixed price,” Song Yun said, smiling but with a hint of frost in his eyes.
“One million.
I can write you a check right now,” said the thin man’s father, pulling out a checkbook.
“A million is already a great deal for you; you haven’t really lost anything.”
“Who says I haven’t lost anything?
My losses are enormous, beginning with my injured young heart, to my view of society, to my mood today,” Song Yun listed several factors.
“Losing faith in society leads me to question this country, and questioning the country means I can’t peacefully stay in the military.
What if I’m distracted by an assignment and die during combat?
So this is a matter of life and death; it can’t be taken lightly.”
Everyone present was stunned.
The thin man’s father thought soldiers were a bit old-fashioned, but he forgot about Song Yun’s other identity.
He opened his mouth to retort, to shout that his death was none of his damn business, but in the end, he remained speechless; there was no reply to that.
“Is your son only worth a million?
Can a million buy a living, jumping son?” Song Yun led the other step by step.
The thin man’s father thought bitterly, damn it, how come a million can’t buy a son?
Forget a million; as soon as I make my name known that I need a son, I could be surrounded by descendants in an instant.
“Life isn’t easy for you; let’s give you a discount—2.5 million,” Song Yun said with a look of suffering a loss.
“Still too expensive; 1.8 million.
You have to understand, my company isn’t that big.
Taking out so much cash at once could easily break the funding chain,” said the thin man’s father.
“How about we both step back—2.2 million.
It’s very cheap.
As a big company boss, you know the importance of succession.
What if your lineage breaks?
Even with a lot of property, it’s useless.”
“Too expensive, 1.9 million.
That’s my bottom line,” he replied.
“Dammit,” Song Yun suddenly slammed the table, startling the man.
It was negotiation time, and negotiations meant talking it over nicely, right?
Why was he suddenly slapping the table?
“I’m fed up with you businessmen; the last thing I want in life is to deal with you lot.
You’re the most troublesome, 2 million, take it or leave it—yes or no.
If not, leave your son here.
Don’t worry, I won’t kill him; he’ll just eat less, work more, and pick up some night shifts,” Song Yun said angrily.