Chapter 89: Carrying the Robbery Through to the End

Heh. President Fang, I understand what you are thinking. But do you really think that because my plans to expand production are urgent, I am already at your mercy? I am sorry, but that is not the case at all, Wu Ya said at an unhurried pace.

He wanted to outlast him, then exploit his weakness and stir his impatience.

And finally, with a voluntary price increase, achieve the best of both worlds?

You are making things far too simple.

Have you even looked at your own situation?

Both husband and wife are here, and there is no one at the factory to keep things in order.

No one at all to calm those agitated workers.

In at most half an hour, I am afraid the situation at your factory will deteriorate!

Can you afford to wait?

"Not the case at all?"

Fang Huayan's brows tightened.

This kid had the feel of a stubborn, unyielding thorn in her side.

"Wu Ya, you have already reached monthly earnings of several hundred thousand! Are you really going to sit and watch time slip away, refusing to make big money? You should know, the sooner you buy the equipment back, the sooner you can increase output and raise profits! By then, money will pour in like water, and it would not be impossible for your profits to multiply several times over!"

She tried temptation.

She refused to believe that an eighteen-year-old could not be moved.

Even if his talent for business was extraordinary, surely his temperament had a limit.

Faced with the lure of hundreds of thousands, with profits that could multiply several times over, could he really remain so steady?

But she was clearly overthinking it.

Wu Ya had lived two lives.

To compare resilience with him, to test his composure against hers?

That was simply like striking a stone egg against iron.

"Haha, President Fang, I am indeed eager to change my production situation! And your equipment really is advanced, the best on the market now and for a long time to come. But do I need it? I can buy three ordinary production lines for one hundred thousand each! In a few years, I will upgrade again. By then, perhaps even your current production line will already be obsolete!"

Wu Ya laughed heartily, speaking with easy nonchalance.

There were plenty of equipment sellers.

You will not lower the price?

Then I am sorry.

I can simply choose the cheaper option, and pay in full at that!

Isn't it only three hundred thousand? As you know me, that's only half a month of income!

Even an ordinary production line would be enough to multiply my profits several times over.

In a few years, when I upgrade again, it would amount to no more than a drop in the bucket of my earnings.

As for you?

Miss this village, and you will never find this shop again.

Just wait for your grand ambitions to collapse and your factory to go bankrupt!

Heh, investigating me?

You should be thanking me for it!

If you had not investigated, you would never have believed my three hundred thousand came from a tailoring shop!

Not only did it give you no leverage over me.

It even placed psychological pressure on yourselves.

I have money, and I can do as I please.

I can change equipment whenever and wherever I want.

So I will ask you one thing...

Do you submit, or do you not?

"You..."

Sure enough.

Facing Wu Ya's flawless ease, Fang Huayan was left speechless.

Out of impatience?

She was far more anxious than he was.

And what Wu Ya said was also true.

He could buy three ordinary production lines at a small cost.

After all, they were not the only equipment sellers.

And in that case, for Wu Ya, the short-term benefit would be exactly the same.

As for the long term?

By then, he would already be overflowing with profit.

Would he still care about the money needed for an urgent upgrade?

But what about her factory?

By then, it would probably already have faded away like blossoms in the wind.

What to do?

How was this deal supposed to be negotiated?

In that instant, even Fang Huayan, who had once dominated the business world with great renown, felt completely at a loss.

This young man was not old, yet his mind did not waver.

He gave her the feeling that she was negotiating with a battle-hardened, cunning veteran of the commercial seas.

Slippery, seamless, and airtight.

There was not even the slightest opening to exploit.

"So, President Fang, in the current situation, whether I buy your product or not is still up in the air. But for you, I am the lifeline hanging before your eyes. So, sell or not? You had better make up your mind quickly. The workers in your factory are probably already losing patience!"

Seeing the look on Fang Huayan's face, Wu Ya was practically overjoyed.

He changed tack and returned her own tactic of trying to stir his emotions.

The workers in the factory are probably impatient already.

You tried to use temptation to break my composure?

Then I will use the pressure from your workers to break yours first.

No offense.

Since we have already chosen to do business as business, do not blame me for being merciless now, Wu Ya thought coldly.

All of this was your own doing.

You should bear the consequences.

Treat the loss of several hundred thousand as the price of a lesson.

Sure enough.

"Fine! I agree. The total price is six hundred thousand! The rest remains as originally agreed; let us go to the factory and sign the contract right away!"

Fang Huayan clenched her teeth and finally made her decision.

At this point, she had no choice.

Letting Wu Ya walk away?

Then she would only be waiting for bankruptcy.

Hongtu Grand Vision was the painstaking work of her and her husband, the land they had carved out through endless storms and trials.

She could never simply stand by and watch it halt production, fade into obscurity, and collapse.

At this moment, Lan Yaoming's face was ashen too.

He had fallen silent as well.

He was a little foolish, but not stupid.

The back-and-forth between his wife and Wu Ya, seemingly harmonious yet undercurrents surging beneath the surface, made him understand his current predicament.

There were only two words for it: passive.

Haggling with the other side?

He no longer had the qualifications for that.

So lowering his head and accepting fate was the wisest choice before him.

The husband and wife walked toward the door, one after the other.

The factory was already in dire straits, and they did not want to waste any more time.

But...

"Hey, hey, President Fang, I am sorry. I can accept six hundred thousand, but as for the earlier conditions... I will have to think that over a little longer."

Wu Ya remained where he stood, not moving an inch.

Pressing his advantage.

Since he had chosen to exploit their desperation, the couple must already harbor resentment.

In that case, he might as well push one step further.

He might as well carry the businesslike approach all the way to the end.

Lowest price, harshest terms.

Only by seizing the greatest benefits and the highest profits for himself could he be considered a successful businessman.

Fang Huayan suddenly froze, and her body shuddered involuntarily.

Though she had stopped, she did not turn back for a long time.

Lan Yaoming, following behind her, was equally ashen and dispirited.

The thing they feared most had finally come to pass.

This boy truly intended to change the terms.

He was going to carry the robbery all the way through.

Six hundred thousand.

Though that was three hundred thousand less than before, and still more than ten thousand below cost, if Wu Ya would still pay another three hundred thousand after twenty days according to the original terms, then there was still room to maneuver.

Business was all about keeping capital in motion.

Within a month, six hundred thousand, cycled once more, would nearly be enough to make up the shortfall.

But if Wu Ya changed course now, they were absolutely certain to take a loss.

"Wu Ya, this matter is our fault! But as the saying goes, when you can spare someone, do so. Since you are willing to pay the remaining balance after twenty days, could you not push so hard? You know our situation, and you know whether three production lines make a profit or a loss. In life, leave room for mercy."

After a long while, Fang Huayan finally turned around.

But her tone was already clearly pleading.

Leave room for mercy.

She was begging Wu Ya not to drive them to the brink.

Business is never easy.

"Heh, President Fang. I have only done what a businessman ought to do. As for what you have done to me? I have not the slightest intention of holding a grudge."

Wu Ya smiled faintly, showing no intention of yielding.

This only made Fang Huayan's expression uglier.

But at this very moment, time was pressing.

Though she felt deeply stifled and humiliated, for the sake of the factory, for the business she and her husband had built together, she decided to endure this grievance.

"Wu Ya..."

She had only just begun to speak, about to agree at once.

When suddenly Wu Ya cut her off again.

"My principle has always been: business is business, people are people. So, as a little compensation to you, let me give you a suggestion. Take the money left after paying wages and buy collective treasury bonds with all of it! Ten days from now, your shortfall will be completely made up."

A blow, then a little honey.

Wu Ya was not a cruel, merciless man, so naturally he would not drive them to ruin.

Letting them lose money was only to teach them a lesson.

As for telling them to buy bonds, that was because their nature was not bad.

He simply could not bear to see them fall into distress.

Whether they believed him or dared to risk the remaining fortune in their hands was no longer his concern.

All he wanted was a clear conscience.