Douluo: You call this a toy

"What the hell? How could you do this? I really want to beat him up."

Bai Feng felt unhappy. If he didn't like the location of Zhuye Mountain, he wouldn't take it even if it was [-] million. He couldn't get angry before the deal was completed.

Yang Fan seemed calm and looked at Song Changpei who was silent.

Asked for his opinion: "Old Song, what do you think?"

"Calm down, since we agreed to one billion, we won't give you a penny more."

"However, I know that place. To be honest, it is worth at least 15 billion. It must be sold at a low price for some reason."

Song Changpei picked up the phone, as if waiting for something.

"His attitude is already very obvious. He won't sell it if it's less than 12 billion. If he doesn't reply within 5 minutes, what should he do if he sells it to someone else?"

Relatively speaking, Bai Feng is in a hurry. He has finally collected [-] million and is ready to quit and start working. However, he will not be reconciled if the purchase fails due to the price negotiation.

The negotiated price suddenly rises, which is indeed unreasonable. If it is really worth 15 billion, as Song Changpei said, it is not a bad idea to buy it for 12 billion. You can't let people pay too much, but as little as possible, who can Money does not come from strong winds.

Thinking like this, Yang Fan said: "Don't worry, there are many good places in Nanzhou. It won't cost much to buy a piece of land and build a few buildings."

"If you like Zhuye Mountain, build it next to their company."

Bai Feng's eyes lit up and he suddenly calmed down, yes, buy a piece of land and build whatever you want. Then he thought about it, it wouldn't take a year and a half to build it, so what's the point of taking so long?

He muttered: "The idea is good, but it may not be completed within one year."

This is a real problem, and you have no choice but to buy it ready-made.

Ding, Song Changpei's cell phone rang. He opened it and took a look, frowning slightly.

"I advise you not to buy it."

Yang Fan and Bai Feng were both startled, wondering why Song Changpei said that.

Song Changpei hurriedly explained: "I have inquired clearly that there is a dispute about the place you want to buy, and it is a dispute between multiple parties. In addition, Mr. Sun's loan from the bank has expired. If it is not repaid today, it will be mortgaged to the bank for [-] million."

"What dispute?"

Yang Fan frowned.

"Among the several shareholders, if you buy it, someone will make trouble every three days, and you will regret it."

"Of course, if the relationship is strong enough, we should be able to win more than 9 million points. As for Mr. Sun's statement that someone is willing to pay 12 billion, it is not credible..."

Before Song Changpei finished speaking, Mr. Sun came in with his assistant, head held high.

"Mr. Bai, Mr. Yang, what do you think? If it doesn't work, don't delay me from meeting the client. I'm impatiently waiting over there."

When Bai Feng was about to speak, Yang Fan stopped him with his eyes and said calmly: "Mr. Sun, if I buy a piece of land next to you and build one, it shouldn't cost much, right?"

"What do you mean? Do you have time to build it? It will take two years, do you have time to wait? Besides, land on the mountain is not easy to buy. At the beginning, I spent a lot of effort to get dozens of villagers to move out."

"Is there any dispute now?"

Mr. Sun seemed a little surprised, then shook his head and said firmly: "It doesn't exist! Besides, even if there is a dispute, it has nothing to do with you."

"Oh, it's useless to talk nonsense. 12 billion. Agreed. Let's sign the contract immediately. After all, Mr. Bai contacted me first. I will give priority. If it's too expensive, I'll leave immediately."

"There are a lot of disputes, right? It's still a bit tricky. The maximum is [-] million! If you are willing, go through the formalities now."

Unsure of the reliability of Song Changpei's news, Yang Fan had no choice but to test it out.

"Nine hundred million? You are taking advantage of the situation! You have no sincerity at all, so go buy it elsewhere."

Mr. Sun picked up his assistant and left.

"You guys? Oh, it's so disappointing."

The female assistant said angrily, but instead of giving up, she was unexpected.

Bai Feng was confused and shouted anxiously: "Mr. Sun, don't leave yet, the price is negotiable."

Mr. Sun stopped, turned around and shouted angrily: "Are you kidding me? If it's less than 12 billion, no discussion."

"Nine hundred million, not even one cent more."

Yang Fan's attitude was tough and unquestionable, "Mr. Bai, let's look for another place."

Bai Feng expressed helplessness: "Mr. Sun, Mr. Yang is the major shareholder. I can't change his decision." So he stopped trying.

"Okay, you will regret it."

Mr. Sun and his assistant went downstairs angrily.

Bai Feng immediately rushed to the window, "You're not really leaving, are you?"

"Don't look."

Yang Fan believes that Mr. Sun may come back. What he is playing now is psychological warfare. Whoever compromises first will suffer.

"I'm afraid it's hanging."

Bai Feng squatted weakly under the window sill.

A few minutes later, there was a sound of high heels hitting the floor. The three of them looked at each other and Bai Feng sat back down.

The door opened and it was Mr. Sun's assistant.

"Mr. Bai, Mr. Yang, Mr. Sun had a stomachache and went to the toilet. He said that Mr. Bai has a good attitude and is sincere. Give in. If you think it's 11 billion, I'll tell him."

"No more than [-] million!"

Yang Fan finally saw through it, and there was room for maneuver. The other party might be really eager to spend money.

Bai Feng opened his mouth, "Mr. Yang has the final say."

"Xiao Jia, who told you to make the decision for me privately?" Mr. Sun walked in with a scold.

"You may blame me for not making it clear just now. Mr. Bai, Mr. Yang, what I mean is that if you pay in installments, it will be 12 billion, not a penny less! For cash transactions, the previous price will be one billion!"

"You have also gone to see it, and you must have consulted professionals. You can't get it without 15 billion. This is already a bloody price, and it cannot be less."

If Yang Fan had this attitude before, how could Yang Fan only offer [-] million? Bai Feng looked at him and said that the opportunity was too late to make a decision quickly.

Song Changpei made a fist with his hand and signaled to take it down.

Unexpectedly, Yang Fan didn't seem to see it, and said again: "Nine hundred million, is that too much?"

Mr. Sun was almost furious. If he hadn't been desperate for money, how could he have sold it at such a low price? He forced himself to calm down and said, "If it's less than one billion, I really can't sell it!"

"Then you go back and think about it. Now I feel that [-] million is too much. I don't want to get involved in disputes."

Mr. Sun's eyes were rolling. It had been on the market for several months, but no one dared to buy it. Finally, he found a buyer. He blamed himself for being greedy. If it had been one billion, he might have received all the money, and he would regret it endlessly.

Ding ding, his cell phone rang, Morimoto Bank was calling for a loan.

Ding-ding-ding, the phone rings again, and the two shareholders will demand the account.

Just like a collective agreement, one failed and one scored, Mr. Sun simply shut down his phone.

Then, he looked at Yang Fan with an apologetic look and bowed.

"Mr. Yang, I'm really sorry. It was me who was obsessed with my business and destroyed my integrity. I shouldn't have increased the price temporarily. Please forgive me."

Um?Which trick did Mr. Sun play?Bai Feng rubbed his eyes.

Sure enough, the old fox is capable of bending and stretching. This is Song Changpei's comment to Mr. Sun.

Yang Fan looked calm and fiddled with his phone.

"I owe bank loans and money from other shareholders. Those phone calls just now were to collect debts from me. I am desperate and want to buy more money. One billion cannot be lower. Please help me."

"All other handling fees are mine, what do you think?"

Yang Fan still remained silent for a few minutes. Mr. Sun gave a wry smile, turned around dejectedly, and walked slowly towards the door.