356: Chapter 345 I am a qualified good businessman 356: Chapter 345 I am a qualified good businessman “You, how can you be like this, totally lacking manners?
How did your parents raise you?
You are truly the scum of society.” Tang Chao got up from the ground and said indignantly.
“Still babbling, look at your big face, look at your big face.” Song Yun was already holding back anger from the Black Devil and police station matters, and now he couldn’t tolerate any provocation, so he pinned Tang Chao to the ground and kicked him repeatedly.
From the beginning’s loud curses, Tang Chao turned to pleading loudly.
Song Yun only calmed down after kicking the other’s black suit until it turned gray.
“This company is not saying it can’t be given to you,” Song Yun leisurely sat on the boss’s chair and lightly tapped the desk with his right index finger.
“Then name your price, as long as it’s not excessive, we’ll agree,” said someone from the Li Family.
Song Yun had given them too much shock, just coming over and hitting people without a word—what a beast.
“How about increasing the price by 10 percent over the market price?
It’s not excessive at all.” Song Yun lit a cigarette and smiled.
“You all have been accumulating assets for so many years, you can’t possibly fail to afford this amount.”
“That’s too much!
Do you know how much extra money 10 percent entails?
You’re simply bullying people!” a young man shouted.
“Forget it, we’ll go back and protest to the elder; I don’t believe the elder will hand over the industry to someone else, especially to a ‘pretty boy.'”
“You can call me ‘pretty boy’ all you like, but I’m raising it by another 5 percent for every insult.
I’ll keep raising it by five percent until you run out of insults,” Song Yun said brazenly.
“Get lost!” Young people, always competitive, especially before a crowd, and don’t like to back down; Song Yun said this, fueling the young man’s anger, who naturally burst out cursing.
“Twenty percent,” Song Yun said nonchalantly.
“You bastard.”
“Twenty-five percent.”
“You—” Before the young man could finish cursing, someone next to him covered his mouth.
Damn it, this wasn’t making the opponent uncomfortable; it was entirely a nuisance to themselves.
With every word, we have to pay more money; you may be having a blast, but our wallets are empty.
“How about that, run out of curses?
Weren’t you acting all high and mighty just now?” Song Yun scoffed.
“Twenty-five percent is too high, Song Yun.
Look, how about this — let’s stick to your original plan and just raise it by 10 percent?” A man spoke wisely.
Since things had escalated between them, cursing at him would only cause him no harm; it was better to just apologize.
“No way, I was just cursed at so many times.
Is my dignity not worth anything?
Raising it by 5 percent each time is actually too little; if I were any crazier, I’d raise it by 10 percent,” Song Yun said quite shamelessly.
“But…” Before the man could speak, he was stopped by Tang Chao, his face swollen as he said, “Then, this position is yours now; please announce your upcoming work plan.”
This statement was indeed a smart move.
You don’t want me to sit in this position?
So, I’ll give all the rights to you.
I don’t believe a young kid like you can handle all this stuff right away.
“Our company is quite well-known in Sunan Province.
Your plan directly affects the economic trends; making decisions lightly can hurt both others and yourself,” Tang Chao said with a smile hiding the knife as he watched Song Yun.
Hmph, you young lad who hadn’t learned the rules of the business world; I’ll see how you handle this situation, Tang Chao sneered inwardly, waiting to see Song Yun’s embarrassment.
“Ahem~”
Song Yun lit a cigarette and casually exhaled a thick cloud of smoke, while below him, chaos ensued.
Many company executives were asking Song Yun about his next plan, one or two were okay, but there were more than ten people including shareholders and managers, turning it into a complete mess.
“Slap!” Song Yun suddenly slapped the mahogany desk, causing the mahogany splinters to fly all around, under the stunned gaze of the crowd he lifted his hand, leaving a large handprint on the desk.
“This, this…” Tang Chao was dumbfounded, feeling like Song Yun was performing magic.
Could it be that he had tampered with the desk beforehand?
“Hehe, you’ve finally quieted down; your chattering was really annoying,” Song Yun said with a cigarette, looking unruly “I’ve spent so much salary to support you all; is it just to have everything handed to me to do?
If I do everything, what are you even here for?”
“Well, we can’t quite say that; we just wanted you to make the final decision,” Tang Chao swallowed his saliva.
“Oh, if that’s the case, let’s discuss it privately.
Whoever wants me to decide, come find me privately; I assure you I’ll give a satisfactory answer,” Song Yun sneered continuously.
People felt uncomfortable all over from Song Yun’s laughter, as if they were targeted by a wild beast—could this be the aura of killing?
They looked at each other and could see the fear in each other’s eyes.
“I’ve made my conditions clear, are you going to agree or not?
Quickly, don’t waste my time here; my time is very valuable,” Song Yun said as he stubbed out his cigarette in the-handprint on the mahogany desk.
The crowd looked at the handprint on the desk and then at Song Yun’s care-free expression, whispering to each other, weighing the pros and cons.
“Twenty percent is unacceptable, but if it’s fifteen percent, we can agree,” a manager stood up and said.
“Good, Li Shishi and I together hold seventy percent of the shares, and regarding the money you owe, wire it to Li Shishi’s card,” Song Yun smiled lewdly at Li Shishi, but then turned back with a cunning expression.
“Since you haven’t transferred the money into my card, I still have the right to do some things now.
Immediately organize all the client details for me; I’m giving you just ten minutes.
If it’s not done well, everyone can leave,” Song Yun said authoritatively.
“No, since you sold your shares to us, everything here is ours,” the Li Family shouted.
“That’s because you haven’t transferred the money to me yet.
Until we’ve signed the contract, none of it counts; I’m a good businessman who trades cash for goods,” Song Yun waved his hands.
“What are you waiting for, do you want to die?
Hurry up and organize those files.”
The managers looked at each other and could only sigh helplessly; Song Yun’s tactic of draining the pond to catch the fish was too ruthless, quickly draining all the vitality from the company.