Are Ten Thousand Gold Coins a Lot?

Yi Feng frowned, casting Mao Lin a meaningful look.

"Oh, Mister Yi, there's no need to be polite." Seeing that Yi Feng seemed to have been startled, Mao Lin puffed out his chest slightly and said, "Although one thousand Gold Coins is indeed quite a lot, you needn't feel burdened by it. This is my apology to you. Just accept it."

Hearing this,

the meaning in Yi Feng's expression deepened. He came straight to the point. "Chairman Mao, you should just tell me what this is about."

"Ahem, then I'll speak plainly."

After coughing twice, Mao Lin said with a beaming smile, "Ever since you left that day, I've mulled it over again and again. This is an age of cultural revival, which happens to coincide with the development of our chamber of commerce. So I plan to continue working with you, Master Yi, and devote the full strength of the chamber of commerce to helping you publish your books."

Yi Feng's gaze shifted slightly.

He immediately understood Mao Lin's purpose in coming. He had probably realized that his Supreme Treasure could bring profits to the Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce. Sure enough, when a weasel came calling, it harbored no good intentions!

This old skinflint!

Yi Feng couldn't help curling his lips as he asked leisurely, "Chairman Mao, that's not quite right. Back then, you personally told me that publishing books brought no profit, so I think Chairman Mao should put the chamber of commerce's interests first!"

Mao Lin's face flushed with embarrassment at Yi Feng's words, and he hurriedly explained, "Look, didn't I simply misspeak that day? How could Master Yi take my nonsense to heart? I believe Master Yi is certainly not a petty person."

"No, I did take Chairman Mao's words to heart." Yi Feng raised a brow and said bluntly, "And I, Yi Feng, am indeed a petty person."

"You..."

Yi Feng's words angered Mao Lin badly. His face turned ashen as he said, "What do you mean by that? Do you really think our chamber of commerce can't do without you? Let me tell you, if you don't cooperate with our chamber of commerce, how much money do you think your books can sell for?"

"Since your esteemed chamber of commerce doesn't need me, then all the better." Yi Feng sneered, turned, and walked away, waving his hand. "Then please leave."

"Wait, wait, wait."

Yi Feng's words made Mao Lin's heart ache with fury. He had meant to provoke Yi Feng, but Yi Feng refused to take the bait entirely. Mao Lin quickly plastered a smile back onto his face and grabbed Yi Feng.

"What, Chairman Mao? Now you're getting handsy? You like that sort of thing?" Yi Feng asked coldly, tilting his head.

Mao Lin released Yi Feng with an ugly expression. After hesitating, he said again, "How about this? Just name your price. What will it take for you to cooperate with my Pingjiang Chamber of Commerce again?"

"Not interested."

Yi Feng refused outright.

"Two thousand Gold Coins?"

Yi Feng said nothing.

"Three thousand Gold Coins?"

Yi Feng still said nothing.

"Ten thousand Gold Coins?"

At last, Mao Lin gritted his teeth and shouted out an enormous sum.

"Chairman Mao, there aren't that many regret pills in the world." Yi Feng couldn't be bothered to keep tangling with Mao Lin. He said directly, "Besides, I, Yi Feng, am a petty person. I still remember the humiliation you gave me that day, so please return."

"Yes, I truly shouldn't have acted that way that day. I can understand you holding a grudge against me." Mao Lin had not expected Yi Feng to be so impervious to both coaxing and threats. With a livid face, he said, "But you wouldn't go against money, would you? This is ten thousand Gold Coins—an entire ten thousand Gold Coins! It's money you couldn't earn in ten years. If even this isn't enough, isn't your appetite a little too big?"

As he said this, his eyes narrowed, and he continued, "Aren't you afraid of stuffing yourself to death?"

Mao Lin's words made Yi Feng laugh.

Raising a brow, he asked, "Are ten thousand Gold Coins a lot?"

"You little brat, what a huge mouth you have!" Mao Lin roared with a grim face. "Forget ten thousand Gold Coins—even five hundred Gold Coins is more than you could possibly produce."

"Is that so?"

Yi Feng curled his lips.

P.S.: There are five chapters in total today. This is the first one. Writing with all my might...