Chapter 131: Crazy Haggling

On the second day of the Lunar New Year, time was peaceful, yet people felt a bit sorrowful.

Li Hengbo glanced at the purchase contract on the table, then at Wu Youxun's expectant gaze, and decisively made a decision that would hurt the enemy by a thousand while gaining himself eighty thousand: "I just remembered—doesn't the Real Estate Registration Center only reopen after the New Year? We can't transfer ownership now; we'll wait until after the New Year to wire the money and complete the deal."

"Brother, didn't you say we'd transfer the money now?"

"Just now I was a little impulsive—think about it: if I put 100 million in the bank at a 3% annual rate, the interest alone for half a month would be over a thousand."

"This is easy to settle—I'll pay you a thousand out of my own pocket for the loss."

"Not appropriate."

"Why isn't it appropriate? I'll pay double—two thousand!"

"No, no—I can't take advantage of you for no reason; that's not my style. Making a little money isn't easy for you either, so let's wait until after the New Year and follow procedure."

"Brother, I'm willing to take this loss, really…"

"I said no, and no means no—let's do the transaction in a few days."

Saying that, Li Hengbo turned and walked away.

The more righteous and resolute his bearing appeared, the more Wu Youxun panicked inside.

In Wu Youxun's view, someone like this, who grew up living off others' money and likes to show off, spends without a second thought; if they ever do feel the pinch, there's only one possibility—their source of income has been cut off.

He panicked.

Wu Youxun rushed after him in a single stride: "Brother Li, let's be frank—do you not want this house anymore?"

"I do want it—who said I don't? I said we'd wait until after the New Year to complete the transaction."

Li Hengbo strode forward without stopping.

Wu Youxun chased him all the way to the courtyard gate, about to press further for answers, when Li Hengbo was intercepted by Lin Dongfan, who was guarding the gate.

"Mr. Lin, you haven't left yet?" Wu Youxun greeted him in surprise.

Lin Dongfan smiled, didn't bother answering that pointless question, and fixed a friendly gaze on the gloomy Li Hengbo: "Want me, the young master, to lead you to wealth and prosperity?"

"A good dog doesn't block the road—get lost!"

Li Hengbo's face darkened with anger, his eyes practically shooting sparks.

Lin Dongfan broke into a grin: "Come on, give me a smile—if you smile once, I won't tell Gao Lu about your crazy price‑gouging kickback scheme."

Li Hengbo clenched his fists in rage: "You bastard, were you eavesdropping outside?!"

"Want to fight?"

With a light smile, Lin Dongfan had Chu Lingxi step aside to watch the show.

Then he assumed a stance, waiting for Li Hengbo to attack: "You guessed right—I, the young master, won't bother with morals today; please punish me with martial virtue. Feel free to jump the wall like a cornered dog, Kang Mother Ang Bei Bi—come on and bite me."

Saying that, Lin Dongfan clasped his hands behind his back, assumed the aura of a grand master, and hooked his index finger at Li Hengbo.

On this day of heavenly tribulation, with thunder rolling incessantly…

His anger had already surged to the top of his head, yet the wounded soul inside him roared: "You're going to die, calm down! Lin Dongfan this bastard has trained—how dare you bite him…"

The flames of vengeful fury and the cowardly soul clashed within him.

On the verge of collapse.

Li Hengbo glumly pulled out his phone: "Hello, 110? There's a law‑less thug here trying to beat me…"

"Li, all rage and no fight—a coward." Lin Dongfan smirked, flashing a middle finger: "You're just copying my old moves, with zero creativity."

"Trash, if you're not a coward, then go ahead and hit me."

Li Hengbo snorted arrogantly.

Lin Dongfan shook his head regretfully: "Stubborn Ah Q, I've already cut off your source of income—this fatal blow, isn't it brutal enough?"

"Tch!"

Li Hengbo gave a cold chuckle, turned and walked away.

Yet his fists remained clenched tight, the violent little universe inside him on the verge of explosion, head bowed as he muttered under his breath: "Damn it! This grudge won't go unavenged! I swear I won't be a man…"

Nothing is more despondent than this human silhouette.

Wu Youxun saw this miserable scene, pondered it carefully, and his spirits sank to the bottom—indeed, Li Hengbo had been cut off from his means, unable to pay.

If you can't afford it, you just can't afford it!

Green‑headed flies masquerading as moths, pretending to be pollination big shots!

Just wasting time on martial arts.

Wu Youxun brushed aside his gloomy mood, instantly put on a professional smile, and approached Lin Dongfan: "Mr. Lin, shall we talk inside?"

"52 million."

They'd been waiting for this moment; Lin Dongfan straightened his posture and launched straight into the haggling.

Wu Youxun accompanied the statement with an embarrassed smile: "Mr. Lin, didn't we agree on 53 million? Why are you cutting again…"

"51 million."

Lin Dongfan fixed his gaze on Wu Youxun.

Wu Youxun couldn't smile anymore: "Mr. Lin, you're not supposed to haggle like this—let's go inside first…"

"50 million!"

As soon as Lin Dongfan's words fell,

Wu Youxun hastily raised a stop gesture: "Sir, didn't you also say that 50 million is really outrageous? I need to consult the Southern Yue boss first."

"Take your time consulting—Jing Erhuan isn't limited to just your courtyard house."

"Please wait, Mr. Lin…"

Seeing Lin Dongfan turn to leave, Wu Youxun hastily reached out to stop him.

With a grim, bitter smile he said: "Mr. Lin, I really have acted improperly before; I understand you're angry with me, but your haggling style truly cuts into the main artery…"

"Stop wasting my time with talk—just tell me, are you selling or not?" Lin Dongfan asked indifferently.

Just then, Chu Lingxi, who was pretending to answer the phone, suddenly shouted: "Honey, Master Guan called, saying there's a courtyard house in Crow Child Alley for just over forty million, and the area is also this big..."

Deal!

Without waiting for Chu Lingxi to finish, Wu Youxun made a hasty decision.

Lin Dongfan put on a troubled look: "Little Wu, you've made this difficult for me. It's all in the Jing Erhuan area, all over four hundred square meters. I can't possibly pass up the cheap one and buy the expensive one..."

Mr. Lin, you actually know too that fifty million is really the bottom line; the price definitely can't go lower. Otherwise, I'll take ten percent from my own commission and give it as a rebate.

Wu Youxun, trapped in this predicament, now only hopes to sell the house.

It's just a matter of earning more or less; at a fifty-million transaction price, the commission in hand would also be one million. Rebating one point leaves nine hundred thousand, which is still better than not selling it.

Nowadays, competition in the brokerage industry is also fierce.

Several brokers jointly maintain this same property listing; if I miss this opportunity today, I might well have the bargain snatched by another broker tomorrow.

Seeing Lin Dongfan unmoved by the sincerity of one point...

Wu Youxun gritted his teeth and held up three fingers: "How about thirty percent? It's not less—thirty percent equals thirty points of my personal commission; now I'd just be earning a little hard‑work fee."

Fifty percent.

Lin Dongfan directly spread out five fingers.

Slap! Slap!

Wu Youxun slapped himself twice in succession, that fierce intensity—really not an act!

In silence he seemed to be saying: "Blame me for being such an idiot, brought into a dead‑end alley by that pretty boy who lives off his wife, offending a true tycoon."

Lin Dongfan was shocked by this scene, his brows knitting: "Self‑harm stratagem, it doesn't work on me."

It's really not a self‑harm stratagem; I just feel like dying.' After saying this, Wu Youxun gestured for him to come inside: 'Rebate fifty percent, please—let's sign the contract indoors.'

Actually...

Now the most collapsed person isn't Wu Youxun.

When Bai Wentao received Li Hengbo's call and learned that Li Hengbo had not only failed to secure the No. 37 estate, but the house had fallen into Lin Dongfan's hands!

This news was like a deadly sword, piercing straight into Bai Wentao's crown of the head, causing him to collapse on the spot in his chair.

Lost soul and spirit.