Chapter 365: The soft-waisted educated youth is again being pampered by her boyfriend 28

When Jin Chen, leading a throng of people, entered, he obviously frightened everyone in the private room.

The Zhang family immediately shielded their boss behind them, glancing fearfully at Jin Chen, worried he might pull a gun from his pocket at any moment.

Yo. Pretty lively.

Jin Chen kicked aside the ornament beside the door, swaggered in, and swept his gaze across the room.

Mo Zhinan instantly spotted Zhanghui sitting over there.

He and his older brother look somewhat alike, prompting Mo Zhinan to instantly recall Doctor Zhang in a white coat, his eyes dim.

Inside the private room, everyone whom Jin Chen's gaze passed over shuddered involuntarily and silently stepped back half a pace.

Zhanghui was even more bewildered.

His son said Jin Chen had no background, just an ordinary country bumpkin!

How does this look have anything to do with that phrase!

He's more like a gang boss!

But just after entering, Jin Chen already had a slight edge in presence.

Jin Chen, nicknamed Big Blade Golden Horse, sat opposite Zhanghui, leaning back on the soft chair, still holding Mo Zhinan's shoulder, legs crossed, head tilted back, looking at the person opposite.

"Boss Zhang, finally got to see you. Did your son come home crying yesterday?"

Zhanghui: "……"

He gave a stiff smile, his tone not exactly friendly.

"What's there for a grown man to cry about?"

"It's just that Boss Jin came today; he doesn't seem here to talk about work."

The factory boss in the central seat was helpless.

He kept looking in disbelief at Songshang seated behind Jin Chen.

Is this your big boss?

Songshang pretended not to see his astonished gaze, lowering his head to drink.

Although I don't know why Boss Jin is doing this, he surely has his own reasons.

"Aren't you going to make an offer? Hurry up."

Jin Chen raised his chin, gesturing to the factory boss in the middle, looking roguish.

"Ah… okay, okay."

The factory boss furtively glanced at the ten people standing in a row behind Jin Chen, took a sip of wine, as if bolstering his courage.

"It's like this: you two are straightforward, and I'm quite satisfied with the prices you offered; I just can't decide who to give it to."

He was smoothing things over, but inside he had already started to regret.

Originally I wanted to use this chance to make Songshang back out due to difficulty, and also give the Zhang family face by selling to them; who would have thought Songshang's big boss would be such a tough character!

Now the one caught between a rock and a hard place turned out to be himself.

"Or, as I said when I invited you, the higher bidder gets it."

The factory boss's words had just fallen.

One of the burly men beside Jin Chen, with a "clack," set the briefcase on the table and began to open its clasp.

The bosses were almost scared to kneel.

He feared that opening it would reveal a box full of arms.

Now everyone's eyes in the room were drawn to the briefcase, the zipper's progress seeming especially slow.

Fortunately, it wasn't arms inside.

It was a box full of…… money.

Zhanghui's mouth twitched as he silently cursed, vicious.

Then came the second, third, up to the tenth, and the others went numb.

They had never seen so much cash in their lives.

Only the factory boss's eyes grew brighter and brighter.

Jin Chen: "This is forty thousand yuan, consider it making friends with the boss."

Zhanghui: "……"

He had already offered thirty thousand, which was generous for this factory, yet now he's being asked to go even higher than forty thousand!

Now the dilemma shifted to the Zhang family.

They were just trying to catch the garment-making trend; they didn't have to pour this much money in, and whether they'd lose money was still unknown.

But if they didn't produce this much money today, wouldn't that be admitting defeat to this greenhorn youngster?

The factory boss again furtively glanced at Zhanghui, whose face was ashen, and asked, "What does Boss Zhang mean?"

Zhanghui was now fuming; he had intended to give Jin Chen and Mo Zhinan a show of force, but instead he got played.

"Boss Li, you should know your factory is only leased for twenty years; you can't possibly afford this price."

After a brief bout of anger, Zhanghui quickly entered negotiation mode, revealing his smiling tiger nature.

"Moreover, dealing with someone like Boss Jin, aren't you afraid you might get the money but not live to spend it?"

Faced with his veiled threat, Boss Li froze for a moment, hesitatingly glancing at the silent Jin Chen.

"A deal?" Jin Chen exclaimed, eyes sly, "Who said this is a deal? I said it myself—this money is to make friends with Boss Li."

He raised his hand; behind him, Guli timely produced a contract, walked over, and placed it before Boss Li.

The burly men began to move again.

Several people stood with their hands behind their backs beside Boss Li, as if to prevent the Zhang family from peeking.

"…… What are you doing again?" Zhanghui felt that staying any longer would truly drive him mad.

Boss Li saw the contract contents clearly.

This is a hiring letter.

Jin Chen wants to hire him as one of the supervisors of the garment factory, responsible for gathering tailors and overseeing work; the forty thousand dollars just mentioned is all wages for the past two years.

Inside were also several design drawings he had never seen before.

Boss Li also comes from a family of garment makers, and his gaze was immediately drawn to it.

He could hardly believe it—if they really found the right fabric and reproduced the clothes from the design drawings exactly, what kind of era trend could they lead!

"I... you," Boss Li said with a solemn expression, not minding that the Zhang family members were present.

"This design drawing, can you guarantee it can be made perfectly?"

Jin Chen was very confident: "Of course, so everything depends on Boss Li's own choice."

"I agree!"

Boss Li hastily took out a pen from his coat pocket and swiftly signed his name.

"You don't need to call me boss anymore; just call me Lisan from now on!"

Jin Chen nodded satisfactorily: "Pleasant cooperation."

He pushed the briefcase in front of him toward Lisan: "This is your salary; from now on it will only increase, never decrease."

Guli smiled and put the contract away.

The Zhang family members: "……"

Dirty, really dirty!

What a filthy business war!

Zhanghui got so angry he stood up directly; out of face, he couldn't directly scold, so he spoke in a sarcastic tone: "This mall has its own rules; I see Boss Jin is from the countryside, presumably he doesn't know the rules."

"Forget it, I won't argue with you either."

Jin Chen sneered: "If you have no money, just say so; where do all these rules come from?"

He lifted his long legs onto the table, lounging leisurely, his expression lax.

"My rule is: whoever puts up more money is the boss."

Zhanghui, who considers himself a cultured person, has never seen someone as unreasonably troublesome as Jin Chen!

At that moment he was so angry he couldn't speak, and finally understood why his own son would suffer a loss in his hands!