McKen Ranch.
Just as Fu Bing was feeling uneasy,
Zhang Wujin spoke again.
"No need. Old John already showed me around when I arrived.
I'd originally planned to buy a ranch here, raise some cattle, and farm some land. I hadn't intended to acquire a winery."
Fu Bing looked disappointed after hearing Zhang Wujin's words.
He thought this was just the other man's excuse for refusing him.
"However!
Since Xiao Yuan asked me to come, he must have had his reasons.
We're friends, so I won't ask him about it. Name your price!"
Zhang Wujin's sudden turn caught both Fu Bing and his wife off guard.
"You mean... you agree... to take it over?"
Fu Bing's wife was the first to react.
She asked uncertainly.
"Yes! I can take it over. Since you're all Xiao Yuan's friends, he explained your situation over the phone, and I won't just stand by.
I won't deliberately push down your price, but I'm not some fool with money to burn either. Your offer has to be somewhat lower than market value, right?
After all, you need cash, don't you? I imagine that even in America, there aren't many people willing to make this deal with you.
Otherwise, no one would be trying to force your price down!"
Zhang Wujin's straightforwardness surprised even Ye Yuan.
"No problem, no problem! If possible, I hope we can complete this deal as soon as possible."
Fu Bing came back to his senses.
In his eyes, the other man was just some clueless rich second-generation heir.
The kind who had more money than sense.
But he had no intention of cheating him.
As long as the other party was willing to take over the winery,
he could accept selling it at ten or twenty percent below market price.
That