Little Doudou, Get Him (Please Bookmark)

Chang Lu was an old fox himself. His embarrassment lasted only a moment before his expression turned brazen.

"I didn't expect Boss Shen to catch on. I thought you'd think I was crazy after listening to me ramble on for so long." Chang Lu looked at Shen Bing with a flippant smile, all trace of his earlier misery gone.

Shen Bing's face showed little emotion, and he said nothing. Now that both sides had dropped the pretense, he felt there was nothing left to say.

That alone showed how green Shen Bing was in business. He had no idea how to hide a knife behind a smile.

But that was just his nature, inherited from his father. He couldn't change it.

Wang Sheng and Wei Changjia wanted to smooth things over, but they hadn't worked with Shen Bing long enough to know his temperament, so they could only sit quietly.

Chang Lu continued, "I'm not asking for much. This exterior-wall project is worth over a hundred million. I want a twenty percent cut. Of course, I won't take it for nothing. You quoted five hundred yuan per square meter, right? I can guarantee six hundred. That means you won't lose a cent. I do have one condition, though: you pay me upfront."

Wang Sheng's and Wei Changjia's expressions shifted slightly. The cut he wanted was steep, but as he'd said, Immortal Fantasy Technology wouldn't lose out, apart from some taxes and fees.

For businessmen whose first priority was profit, it wasn't an offer they had to refuse.

The only problem was that Immortal Fantasy Technology didn't have twenty million yuan in cash.

No money, no deal!

Even the best cook couldn't make a meal without N/A rice.

Shen Bing suddenly smiled. "Manager Chang, I have to admit, that's quite a proposal."

Chang Lu smiled, certain he had won. But Shen Bing went on, "I can't agree to it. Leaving aside the fact that commercial bribery is illegal, why would I give you twenty million yuan if I had it? There are plenty of refugees in Africa. I could help them and earn a good reputation while I'm at it."

The smile froze on Chang Lu's face. He looked like a duck being strangled.

Then anger took hold—anger unlike anything he'd felt before. "Kid, don't think a little technology makes you somebody. Without my recommendation, your lousy company will never sell a thing to the Nancy Building. And I still have your sample. I could sell it to a major Glass Factory. I bet they'd fight over it."

By the time he finished, Chang Lu thought he was a genius. If they truly fell out, he might make a fortune this way—perhaps even more than twenty million.

Of course, he wouldn't choose that route unless he had to. He didn't know whether Shen Bing had patented the technology.

Besides, he'd be quite satisfied with twenty million. If it came down to it, ten million would do.

He was an easy man to satisfy, and one who hated trouble.

Anger flared in Shen Bing. He wasn't worried anyone could learn his technology, but he couldn't stand being threatened. And the fat man's face was genuinely irritating.

That surge of anger made Shen Bing grab a cup of tea from the table and fling it over Chang Lu's head.

"That tea was just to sober you up," Shen Bing said coldly.

Chang Lu was stunned. The tea was no longer hot, but when in his life had he ever suffered such humiliation?

"You fucking dare throw tea on me?" Chang Lu roared.

"You little bastard, you're finished! I'll make sure your lousy factory shuts down." Timid as he was, he didn't dare roll up his sleeves and attack.

Shen Bing gave him a contemptuous look. "Manager Wang, Wei Changjia, let's go."

With that, Shen Bing walked out without looking back.

Was that the end of it? Of course not.

Little Doudou, get him, Shen Bing said silently.

"Don't worry, Master. Little Doudou guarantees this fat man will start questioning his entire life," came Little Doudou's childish voice.

Its Plague God Possession skill really could make someone question his entire life.

Little Doudou was still weak, but it was a Demon Beast from the Immortal Realm. Even its farts were extraordinary.

Shen Bing stepped outside, with Wang Sheng and Wei Changjia following him.

Unlike Shen Bing, whose face was impassive, the two of them looked bitter as well as angry.

They were angry at Chang Lu's outrageous demand and bitter because Shen Bing's outburst had seemingly killed the deal.

"Boss, what do we do now?" Wei Changjia asked. "Should I go settle the bill?"

"Settle my ass. Let that bastard pay."

Shen Bing spoke indignantly. That huge spread of delicacies had to cost thousands, maybe ten thousand yuan. Did they think his money grew on trees?

"Sure thing." Wei Changjia blinked, then felt a rush of satisfaction.

As a salesman, he was always the one groveling. He'd never had an experience as satisfying as this.

The look on Fatty Chang's face when he saw the bill would be priceless.

The three of them walked out of the Wei Family Restaurant without a single server stopping them. The staff remembered perfectly well that the fat man who had arrived first had booked the meal.

Obviously, the fat man was treating.

No sooner had Shen Bing and the others left than Chang Lu emerged, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"One moment, sir. Are you ready to pay?" A neatly dressed server stopped him with a practiced smile, though his stomach trembled slightly.

He was struggling to hold in his laughter. The two tea leaves stuck to the fat man's forehead were quite a sight.

"Pay? Are you kidding me?" Chang Lu stared blankly for a moment, then snapped, "Those bastards didn't pay?"

"Sir, weren't you treating them?"

"Treating my ass..." Still furious, Chang Lu took the smile on the server's face for mockery and swore at him.

"Sir, please watch your language. If you don't have enough cash, we can take a card."

What a fucking nightmare... That was how Chang Lu felt.

The feeling only grew stronger when the server brought him the bill. He wanted to slap himself across the face.

Twelve thousand yuan—almost a month's salary.

Worst of all, his wife kept a tight grip on his money...

"Boss, it looks like the Nancy Building project is a lost cause," Wang Sheng said. "Changjia and I will look for something suitable when we get back." Privately, he didn't approve of what Shen Bing had done today.

It had felt good, sure, but how were they supposed to do business now?

"Who says the Nancy Building project is a lost cause? I think our chances are better than ever."

"Oh? Why would— I see. Nothing gets past you, Boss."

Wei Changjia blinked. "Boss, Manager Wang, what are you two talking about?"