So Good!

"Ladies, let me introduce someone to everyone!" Zhou Kun shouted from the center, instantly drawing everyone's attention. A group of beautiful women came over.

"This gentleman beside me is the lawyer our boss hired. If anyone has legal questions in the future, you can ask him. Just call him Brother Bo. Let's give our dear Brother Bo a warm welcome!" After saying that, he shoved Zhu Libo hard in the back, sending him stumbling headfirst into the crowd of women.

After being tossed around by the women from every direction, he finally emerged from the crowd with his glasses broken and one bent leg hanging crookedly over his nose.

Still somewhat dazed, he staggered in place before slowly steadying himself. He shook his dizzy head, then grinned foolishly at Zhou Kun.

"How does it feel?" Zhou Kun asked with a snicker.

"Too... too enthusiastic!" He was, after all, a cultured man. It was his first time suffering such fragrant torment, and he was still somewhat bashful.

"The clothes these beauties are wearing were designed by our boss. The shop goes through over a thousand outfits every night. Besides, our boss has plenty of new designs, so he's planning to open a clothing factory himself!"

"What?" Zhu Libo held his glasses with one hand as ten thousand grass-mud horses galloped through his heart. For a moment, he had no idea how to describe that seemingly kind and handsome boss.

He just felt that the man had put his intelligence and talent in the wrong place. They had gone crooked!

No matter how much he sighed inwardly, he still had to praise him aloud. "The boss is incredibly talented. This business is sure to succeed. By the way, why does it go through so many clothes? It doesn't look like there are that many people here!"

"Heh heh, the customers are all pretty savage." Zhou Kun raised his eyebrows, an ambiguous smile appearing on his face. "They've all been torn to shreds by the customers!"

"Gulp!" He swallowed again, his heart filled with longing!

"All right, let's go. See you tomorrow!"

On the afternoon of the third day, Zhou Kun came to find Wang Xuan. The company had been registered, and the copyrights had all been registered as well. He had also found a factory, but the boss still needed to inspect and approve it.

In fact, Zhou Kun had nearly finished everything a few days earlier. He had only been held up by some legal issues, and with a lawyer's help, they had naturally been settled quickly.

Wang Xuan had nothing else to do, so he called Shen Leman and arranged to inspect the clothing factory together. This would also be the place Shen Leman would manage in the future.

They drove all the way to the New Territories and saw the place Zhou Kun had chosen.

It was a factory occupying roughly four mu of land, backed by a hillside. The equipment was fairly complete, though somewhat old. There were already no workers left in the factory.

The former owner was a middle-aged man in his forties with a large belly. He became extremely enthusiastic when he saw Wang Xuan.

"Mr. Wang, take a look. I've only had this factory for less than five years. Given the quality of the building, it can easily be used for another decade or more. The machines are all the latest models too, and their quality is excellent. They won't become outdated for several years. Let me tell you, once you acquire it, you can start production immediately and begin making money right away."

"If it's so good, why aren't you running it yourself?"

"I... I'm getting old, you know. I can't keep working. I'm not like you young people, full of energy. I'm old now. I can't do it anymore!"

In fact, the man simply no longer wanted to stay in Hong Kong. Public security had been getting worse over the past two years, and the handover was already a foregone conclusion. Fear of communism and the slander against the mainland had many wealthy people considering emigration.

This clothing-factory owner was one of them.

"How much?" Wang Xuan asked bluntly.

"4.8 million. Just 4.8 million, and this place is yours! That includes the four mu of land." The middle-aged man waved his arms as he tried to fool the rich heir in front of him.

Wang Xuan didn't know whether the price was high or low, but the fat bastard clearly didn't look like a good person. In particular, the way he looked at Wang Xuan made him extremely uncomfortable. He pointed at Zhu Libo beside him. "This is my lawyer. I'll have him investigate whether you've been evading taxes!"

Watching the middle-aged man's face turn as though he had eaten feces, Wang Xuan continued, "Oh, right. I forgot to tell you—I'm with East Star. I'll have my men ask your former workers whether you abused them or withheld their wages. I'm sure they'll be happy to sue you, and I'll provide them with lawyers."

The middle-aged man's expression changed from one of having eaten feces to one of having lost a son. He now wished he could beat the kid in front of him to death, if only he dared.

"Don't think about selling it to anyone else. Nobody will dare buy it!"

"You're forcing me to buy and sell!" The middle-aged man was utterly enraged.

"You can sue me!"

Seeing Wang Xuan's indifferent expression, the middle-aged man took several deep breaths and suppressed his anger. "Tell me, then. How much do you want to pay for it?"

Wang Xuan turned to Zhou Kun. "What's the market price?"

"The price I got from an appraisal is 2.8 million."

Watching Wang Xuan fall into thought, the middle-aged man held his breath and waited for the answer. If the price was too low, he would rather not sell than let these gangsters get a bargain.

"I'll give you three million. We'll handle the paperwork tomorrow and hand everything over immediately. Of course, that's assuming the factory and machines work as well as you claim." Wang Xuan patted the middle-aged man on the shoulder. "I never let people who do business with me suffer a loss, but I hate being lied to. The last person who lied to me was made into a cement statue and sunk into the sea. Don't think about running. As long as you're still on Earth, I'll have a way to find you."

After saying that, Wang Xuan turned around and left with the others without bothering to ask whether the middle-aged man agreed.

Watching the group disappear into the distance, the middle-aged man let out a long breath. He truly hadn't expected the result to turn out this way. The 4.8 million had been an exorbitant opening bid meant to fleece a fat sheep. Three million was already within the price he had wanted in his heart.

Once they were in the car, Wang Xuan asked smugly, "How was my bargaining?"

"Excellent!" A Bo said sincerely.

In fact, they could have bargained it down to that price as well, but it would have taken much longer.

Thanks to Weixiao, Yangguang, Wo Zai Lutu, and Yi Zhuixun for the three great patrons' tips! Thank you!