Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
Tan Ron still shook her head. If this boss had offered the market price, she would have sold it. However, this boss was being unkind. He deliberately lowered the price because she was a young lady. Was he clearly bullying her because she was young and did not know anything?
Seeing that she was unwilling, the boss added another 200,000 yuan. â12 million. Little girl, you donât have to worry about it for the rest of your life with this money.â
Tan Rouâs account had almost reached 10 million, so why would she be interested in a mere 12 million?
âSince the boss isnât sincere about buying this painting, I will take it home and find a suitable buyer for it.âAs she spoke, Tan Rou was about to roll up the scroll.
â20 million, 20 million!â The boss said with a pained expression, âIâll pay 20 million. Third Young Master Zhuang, what do you think?â
Zhuang Liu didnât know the market price of this painting. 20 million was a small amount to him, but it was still a lot for Tan Rou. However, he wouldnât decide for Tan Rou. âIâm not the one who bought the painting. You should ask the owner instead.â
âBoss, if you donât want it, weâll take it back,â Tan Rou insisted.
âThisâ¦â The boss really wanted it, but he couldnât afford it.
â30 million.â A white-haired old man walked in, followed by two bodyguards and a secretary.
When Tan Rou saw him, she was slightly puzzled. Why was Song Cheng here?n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om
Song Cheng was Song Linâs grandfather. He was the current head of the Song family and was on the same level as Old Master Lu.
â30 million is barely the lowest price for this painting.â Tan Rou was honest. âIf you want to buy it, you have to show some sincerity.â
Song Cheng looked at the little girl in front of him. He thought that 30 million would scare this little girl so much that her legs would go weak. He did not expect her to not be afraid at all and actually dared to bargain with him.
âMr. Song, why are you here?â The boss greeted him warmly. âYou see, you came at a bad time. Someone else just bought this painting.â He should have bought the painting in advance and then sold it to Song Cheng at a high price. Now that Song Cheng was here, he couldnât bid anymore.
âI came just in time.â Song Chengâs gaze shifted to the painting. âOtherwise, I wouldnât be able to see this painting.â He then turned to Tan Rou. âAre you saying that Iâm not sincere enough? Fine. 35 million then!â
Tan Rou thought of Song Lin. Although she didnât know if this kid was dead or alive, he had indeed scolded her in class and made things difficult for her, so she decided to cheat Song Cheng.
â50 million. If youâre not willing to pay the price, then forget it.â Tan Rou rolled up the painting and prepared to leave with it.
âDo you really think you can leave this place safely with such treasure?â Song Cheng was threatening Tan Rou with his words. If the news that she had this painting got out, she probably wouldnât even be able to leave this place.
âWhat does Old Master Song mean?â Zhuang Liu, who had been in the background, said, âIn this lawful society, would anyone dare to commit murder on the streets? Or do you have any thoughts of it, Mr. Song?â
Song Chengâs expression changed when he saw Zhuang Liu. He was so focused on painting that he didnât notice Zhuang Liu in the wheelchair. It was no wonder that he didnât see him. Zhuang Liu had his back to the door and was sitting in the wheelchair. Who would be able to notice him?
If only this little girl was here today, Song Cheng would definitely force her to hand over the painting. However, Zhuang Liu was also here, so he could not do anything.
âMr. Zhuang, youâve misunderstood.â Song Cheng smiled. âIâm just reminding this little friend out of goodwill. After all, itâs very dangerous here in this city.â
Zhuang Liu said with a cold face, âThereâs no need for Old Master Song to worry about this. We ll get out safely.â
Tan Rou placed the painting in Zhuang Liuâs hands and was about to push the wheelchair away.
Song Cheng stopped them. âAlright, 50 million then!â
Zhuang Liu turned to Tan Rou and asked for her opinion.
Tan Rou smiled and answered Song Cheng, âSince Old Mister Song is sincere in buying this painting, I can only reluctantly part with it.â
Song Chengâs face darkened, and no one knew what he was thinking.
âGive me your bank account and Iâll transfer the money to you.â Song Chengâs tone was unfriendly.
Tan Rou was not afraid of him. Just like Zhuang Liu had said, this was a society ruled by law. Could he make her disappear?
âThank you, Master Song.â Tan Rou looked at the money in her bank account and felt very satisfied.. 3,000 in exchange for 50 million, this kind of deal was really rare!