Bestowing Favor

"Forget it."

Although Wang Xinchen was greatly surprised by Wang Chen's polite refusal, he did not fly into a rage from embarrassment.

The old steward of the Wang Clan said, "Then let's discuss another matter."

After a pause, he raised three fingers. "Three hundred. On behalf of the Wang Clan, I'd like to order three hundred refrigerators, all of the finest quality."

"Huh?"

Wang Chen had already prepared himself for the other party to turn hostile on the spot. Never had he expected that Wang Xinchen would not only refrain from getting angry, but would instead hand him a major deal.

Seeing Wang Chen's expression change, Wang Xinchen smiled. "What? You don't want this business?"

"Not at all."

Wang Chen shook his head and said bluntly, "Steward Wang, may I ask why?"

Let alone three hundred refrigerators—even three thousand or thirty thousand, he now had the ability to fulfill the order.

It was merely a matter of time.

But Wang Chen did not wish to violate his own principles for the sake of this deal!

"For the Wang Clan, three hundred refrigerators are not much."

Wang Xinchen answered proudly, "But if we ordered them from another family, wouldn't that be slapping our own face?"

Wang Chen gave a wry smile. "But I'm not a disciple of the Wang Clan."

Wang Xinchen said, "I've already said it: one brushstroke cannot write two different Wang characters. What others do is beyond our control, but our Wang Clan will never kick someone with the same bloodline and surname when they're down!"

Just then, Su Ziling brought over the Spiritual Tea she had just brewed.

Wang Xinchen took the teacup and drained it in one gulp, then set a Storage Bag on the table. "This is the deposit. We'll come to collect them before