Chapter 89: Chapter 88: Master Jing: Bargaining, Tofu-for-Brains
F Continent.
Lowe led his men into the Poppy Estate, and upon seeing the masked but powerfully commanding man in the hall, he sneered.
"No wonder you’re someone the major forces of the F Continent fear. Meeting you is really difficult."
Julian Sia’s handsome face was obscured by a black mask, revealing only his exquisite jawline.
Upon hearing Lowe’s words, he curled his thin lips slowly, his voice hoarse and cold, "Were you so eager to meet me just to praise me to my face?"
Hearing this, Lowe stumbled.
What the hell, praise you?
He incredulously raised his head, twitching the corners of his mouth, "Do all the people at your Poppy Estate like to twist others’ words?"
Recently, two other people from their estate did the same, it was clearly sarcasm, yet they called it admiration, utterly ridiculous.
"Tell me, what’s the matter?"
Julian Sia lazily changed his posture, with his elbow resting on the arm of the chair, his fingers clenched into a fist supporting his head, casually watching him.
Seeing this, a deep glint flashed fleetingly in Lowe’s eyes as he spoke without expression, "I need arms."
Julian Sia raised an eyebrow, an unclear "Hmm" escaped his lips, "Go on."
"The tenfold price you mentioned earlier, isn’t that a bit outrageous?"
"Tenfold is all, is that a lot?" Julian Sia laughed lightly, nonchalantly tossing the question back.
Lowe clenched his hand tightly, what does it mean, tenfold is a lot, it’s hundreds of billions.
"Indeed, a bit. Why don’t we each take a step back, how about fivefold," Lowe’s brown pupils fixed intently on the man, he spoke in a low voice.
The moment his words fell, he heard the man above him chuckle.
Then, an icy but extremely arrogant voice exploded in the hall.
"It seems the Iris Manor Master hasn’t figured out the situation, there’s never bargaining with me, I said tenfold, not a penny less."
Upon hearing this, Lowe’s voice turned cold, "Don’t push it too far."
Julian Sia casually lit a cigarette, a trace of a cool smile at the corner of his lips.
"You can choose to leave."
Suddenly.
The man standing behind Lowe suddenly spoke, eyes full of disdain.
"My master coming to buy arms from you is giving you face, don’t you dare act so ungrateful, even fivefold is a sky-high price."
"Heh."
The man sneered, "You do have a bold subordinate here."
Lowe never expected someone on his side would suddenly spout such nonsense, hearing the man’s words, his heart skipped a beat, immediately sensing things were off.
Sure enough, the next second, a scream abruptly rang out.
Following the sound, he saw the man who just spoke now had a hole in his leg, blood gushing out continuously.
"It’s improper to beat my men in front of me," Lowe’s brow furrowed deeply, a shade flitted across his eyes.
Before Julian Sia could speak, Jacob Jordan coldly spoke from the side, "You’re lucky we didn’t kill him for insulting the master, he should be grateful."
The tension in the entire hall skyrocketed.
After a while, Lowe chuckled derisively, "This matter was my failure to manage my subordinate, tenfold, so be it."
Julian Sia’s deep eyes studied him for several seconds, then he spoke leisurely, "Pleasure doing business, Jacob, see the guest out."
"Pleasure doing business."
Lowe spat the words through gritted teeth and left with large strides, that back radiating seething anger.
Jacob Jordan watched their retreating figures, recalled recent events, knitted his brows tightly, and couldn’t help but speak.
"Master Julian, recently the major forces in the F Continent are all stirred up, particularly restless, and I’ve heard they’ve been searching for hacker J, obviously, for their own ends."
In conclusion, he continued, "Should we prepare as well?"
After listening.
Julian Sia casually extinguished the cigarette in his hand, his voice deep and icy, "No, let them become chaotic, and add fuel to the fire when necessary."
Jacob Jordan’s eyes lit up, his voice carrying excitement, "Got it."
Stirring up trouble, that’s his favorite thing.
...
Back at the Iris Estate, the man being supported was suddenly kicked to the ground.
Lowe’s foot pressed firmly on his chest, his gaze fierce, "Who the hell told you to speak out."
Saying this, he pressed slightly harder underfoot.
The man felt excruciating pain and spoke with difficulty, "He treated you that way, I couldn’t stand by and watch."
After he spoke.
Lowe chuckled lightly, but the surrounding air turned cold.
"Can’t stand by, who the hell do you think you are, no one in the entire F Continent dares talk to him like that."
Concluding, Lowe couldn’t be bothered to look at him anymore, gestured with his hand, "Take him away, I don’t need to teach you how to deal with him, right."
"Yes."
The man was quickly dragged away, leaving only bright red bloodstains on the floor as proof of his existence.
...
"This document records all the data and methods."
Claire Green casually tossed the folder in her hand onto the table, sat down on her own.
Thomas Skin and Old Cat exchanged a look, picked up the file and began to read.
Upon seeing the contents, the two widened their eyes in unison, each seeing the surprise in the other’s eyes.
They had only heard J mention the general idea before, now seeing the detailed and complete research direction and data in front of them, they were instantly stunned.
Even after finishing it, the pair still felt unsatisfied.
After a while.
Old Cat let out a long sigh, "I really want to crack open your head to see how you did it."
On hearing this, Claire Green’s delicately arched eyes lifted in a wicked smile, a wild and mischievous curl of her lips.
"It’s definitely not tofu dregs like yours."
Her voice was lazy with a hint of teasing.
Old Cat speechless: "..."
Insinuating his brain is like tofu, huh.
Saying is one thing, but why the personal insults.
As a businessman, Thomas Skin fully understood how important the file in his hands was, just like J said, once successfully launched, their company’s income would far exceed just a measly few hundred billion.
Suddenly, a thought occurred to him, and he looked up from the file at the girl.
"Do you have any other experiments in hand?"
Upon hearing this, Old Cat’s mouth dropped open, no way! This experiment alone already puts them a world ahead, and more, impossible.
Claire Green’s lips curled slyly, her eyes lazily gazing, "So what if I do, are you interested?"
"I think we could discuss further collaborations," Thomas Skin closed the file, speaking deliberately.
"Now you don’t think six hundred billion is too much," Claire Green crossed her legs, reached into her pocket, and realized she hadn’t brought any candy. She nodded at Old Cat, "Do you have candy?"
What?
Old Cat looked towards her with an expression wondering if he’d heard wrong.
How could he associate candy with her?
Seeing him silent, Claire Green raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?"
Old Cat snapped back to reality, awkwardly, "No problem, even if I don’t, I’ll get you some candy."
He scanned the room, finally settling on a kid with a lollipop.
He threw Claire Green a ’watch this’ look, stood up and approached the child directly.
"Hey kid, would you trade your candy for money with me?" Old Cat said, putting on what he thought was a very friendly smile.
Little did he know that in the child’s eyes, he looked like a suspicious child trafficker.
The child hugged his candy tightly, childish voice saying, "Mister, it’s not right to take kids’ candy, I’m not going with you."
Mister!
Old Cat was taken aback, falling into self-doubt, does he really seem that old?
Claire Green, not far away, heard their conversation, her lips barely curling into a soft smile.
Meanwhile, Thomas Skin facepalmed, too embarrassed to watch further.
The child noticed the man in front of him was standing there speechless, it reminded him of the ’fool’ his mother had once talked about, and instantly, a hint of conflict appeared on his childish face.
He glanced at the candy in his hand, then at Old Cat, finally speaking with a hint of reluctance, "Uncle, here’s the candy, you should head home."
Saying this, he ran to the woman at the door, proudly claiming credit, "Mom, I just gave a candy to a fool, does that count as a good deed."
The woman patted his head, leading him away, their conversation faintly heard in the distance.
"Really, my son is awesome."