Six percent profit? And benefits? Wang Yu was slightly taken aback upon hearing his words.
Before he could speak further, the other party spoke again.
"Tell me, do you want to transfer the equipment? Or purchase the land at a low price? Or perhaps use the compensation funds? Or forge debts?"
Yang Song, shaking his leg while crossing it, said a series of phrases very skillfully. Judging by his demeanor and expression, it was clearly not the first time he had spoken or acted this way.
"I..." Wang Yu was speechless. It was no wonder the steel mill was in trouble with such a leader.
It was on the verge of bankruptcy, with workers constantly striking for wages, yet he only thought of his own interests and benefits. It was clear he intended to make a final grab for wealth.
However, upon further thought, it made sense.
It seemed that only such a person would be willing to be a scapegoat leader at the steel mill at this juncture.
Who would willingly take on such a role under normal circumstances? They might end up taking all the blame!
"No way? You don't want any of this?" Seeing Wang Yu's continued silence, Yang Song was slightly surprised, then seemed to recall something and grinned slyly.
"Or perhaps you want to find some pretty girls to work? Although most of the women at the steel mill are middle-aged, there are still some young and attractive ones. The cost won't be cheap, I'll have to..."
"Enough!" Wang Yu directly interrupted Yang Song. He couldn't let him continue, lest even more unspeakable words emerge. This guy was more of a scoundrel than Brother Hu.
After a moment of silence, Wang Yu spoke again.
"I came to discuss a business deal with you, to order a batch of goods from the steel mill."
Finally, lest Yang Song misinterpret his intentions again, he specifically added, "It's a legitimate business!"
"Get outta here, who comes to discuss legitimate business? The steel mill is like a clay Buddha crossing the river now, it could collapse at any moment. Everyone is trying to grab the last bit of profit, and you come to me, the factory director who's been sidelined, to discuss legitimate business? Hahahaha!
The entire steel mill is almost hollowed out. We don't even know if we can continue production. You say you want to order goods?"
Yang Song burst into laughter as if he had heard a particularly amusing joke. He even choked a little, being unable to catch his breath, and quickly picked up his cup to drink several large gulps of beer before recovering.
Then, he looked at Wang Yu with a smiling gaze.
Wang Yu could only sigh in response. He was truly beyond redemption!
It seemed his time today was wasted, having skipped dinner with Wu Lingling to come to such a chaotic place.
Honestly, he was getting hungry. He'd have some late-night snacks with Brother Hu at a roadside stall later.
"Since Director Yang says so, I don't think we have anything more to discuss. We're leaving."
Nodding at Yang Song, Wang Yu stood up and left. Seeing him prepare to leave, Brother Hu quickly followed.
"Wait a moment!" Yang Song suddenly called out, stopping Wang Yu.
"You invited me here to talk business, and you're just going to ditch me like this? Isn't that a bit inappropriate?" Yang Song sneered as he sized up Wang Yu.
"There's no other way. I only wanted to discuss legitimate business with Director Yang, but since you can't, I can't stay and waste your time." Wang Yu said to Yang Song, though he noticed that people had unknowingly surrounded them.
There were about seven or eight people, all dressed in a way that didn't suggest they were respectable individuals.
"Heh, whether there's business or not, you've wasted my time. Shouldn't you show some appreciation?"
Yang Song sneered, and the people around him closed in unceremoniously.
"What is it? Are you looking for a fight?" Brother Hu stepped forward immediately, sensing that things were not going well. As a fellow hoodlum, he naturally understood what the other party meant.
They wanted a payoff!
Honestly, only Brother Hu demanded benefits from others; he never had anyone snatch benefits from him!
If he agreed to this, how would he maintain his reputation? Where would his pride go?
Therefore, despite the other party's superior numbers, Brother Hu bravely stood his ground.
"Stop!" Wang Yu pulled Brother Hu back, then turned to Yang Song. "Since I've wasted Director Yang's time and effort, I apologize. Here are some cigarettes for the brothers."
As Wang Yu spoke, he took out two hundred-yuan bills and placed them on the table.
"Little Director..."
"Don't rush!"
Wang Yu stopped Brother Hu, who was about to say more.
"Hmph! Smart boy." Yang Song sneered and waved his hand. The people who had surrounded them dispersed, allowing Wang Yu and Brother Hu to leave.
As soon as they departed, Fang Zhongtian walked over, arm in arm with two women.
"I just went to relieve myself for a moment. Huh? Director Yang, what are you doing?"
Fang Zhongtian asked curiously, observing Yang Song's stance.
"Nothing much, just a little brat came to mess with me and I sent him packing."
Yang Song said nonchalantly, then fiddled with the hundred-yuan bills in his hand. "This kid had some sense. No wonder he made the automobile factory so prosperous."
"The automobile factory? You mean Wang Yu?" Fang Zhongtian was taken aback, then asked.
"That's right, it's that kid who contacted me through someone, saying he wanted to discuss business. I thought I could make a quick buck. Turns out he really just wanted to discuss legitimate business. I wasted my energy for nothing!"
Yang Song looked dejected and took two large gulps of beer from his cup.
"You say Wang Yu wanted to discuss business with you?" Fang Zhongtian's eyes darted, and a cunning glint appeared in them.
"Yeah, he wanted to discuss legitimate business, and I just chased him away!"
Yang Song said absentmindedly.
"Director Yang, actually, we can discuss this business." Fang Zhongtian suddenly smiled mysteriously. "I heard the automobile factory has been making a lot of money lately. Wang Yu must have plenty of cash on hand. Shouldn't we try to get some and help him spend it?"
"Oh? You mean...?"
Yang Song's spirit suddenly perked up. The two of them then leaned in and began to whisper.
...
"Little Director, I don't understand why we just let it go. It's not like I'm afraid of them."
After leaving the Red Moon Ballroom, Brother Hu said to Wang Yu, clearly indignant.
"There are many ways to solve problems, not necessarily through violence." Wang Yu smiled faintly. "Giving them the money doesn't mean I'm backing down. I have my own ways of dealing with them."
"Ways? What ways?" Brother Hu asked curiously.
"That is... Huh? What are you doing?" Wang Yu was about to reply when he suddenly froze.
A woman appeared before them, dressed provocatively and with a tall, slender figure.
It was one of the two hostesses who had been accompanying Yang Song in the ballroom earlier. She directly blocked their path.