Chapter 419: Making a Killing

Zhao Xiuneng looked through the glass.

Being too far away, he could not hear what Pangzi was saying, but he could tell that he was very agitated and excited.

The woman stood quietly to the side, her face flushed and her eyes brimming with moisture.

These two, they must be overjoyed, right?

He sighed: "Senior Brother, eight million is a bit high!"

Lin Sicheng nodded: "I know, but it's worth it!"

Looking at the Brush Washer on the table, Zhao Xiuneng remained noncommittal.

Although he still did not understand why this thing was worth eight million up to now, it did not prevent him from understanding: without a profit of at least double, Lin Sicheng would never be so decisive.

If you don't believe it, count it on your fingers: in the nearly two years since Lin Sicheng started, when has he ever offered such a high price?

Let alone eight million, even those over one million were few and far between.

But based on Zhao Xiuneng's experience: if they had cut the eight million in half, or added a bit more, say five million, these people would definitely have been overjoyed. Roughly guessing what he was thinking, Lin Sicheng thought for a moment: "Senior Brother, these few are all involved in crooked trades!"

Zhao Xiuneng did not understand: "I know, the 'Pi, Diao, Liu' trades."

Setting up schemes, laying traps, and occasionally staging accidents for insurance fraud.

But what does that have to do with you spending an extra three million and throwing money away?

Seeing that he was still confused, Lin Sicheng sighed: "Senior Brother, put yourself in their shoes; if it were you, what would you do?" Zhao Xiuneng was quite self-aware: "No need to switch!"

He himself was one of them.

Although he had not fallen to the point of this group—setting up schemes, laying traps, and staging accidents—they were all in the same line of work; the big brother shouldn't laugh at the second brother, and he wasn't any more noble than them.

Therefore, he quite understood the mood of these few at this moment: their scheme had been exposed, and whether or not it would be pointed out depended entirely on the other party's whim. The key was that the other party's background was ridiculously large, and their strength was boundlessly formidable.

They couldn't afford to provoke him, couldn't run away, and didn't dare to welsh on the deal, so they could only compromise and act subserviently to curry favor: "Master, look, I'm giving you this multi-million dollar item just like that, isn't that filial enough?"

"If you, old sir, feel it's still not enough, it's not like we can't bleed a little more."

"We don't ask for anything else, just for you, old sir, to raise your hand and show mercy, and not drive us to a dead end..."

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiuneng was suddenly stunned: "Eh, that's right... drive to a dead end?"

For those in the underworld involved in crooked trades, if three out of ten sentences are true, one would have to praise them for being honest. Not to mention that these few were professional con artists? And even more so, they had been caught by Junior Brother Lin and were desperate to escape?

Fearing that Junior Brother Lin would squeeze them dry, how could these few dare to reveal all their cards?

In other words: he said there was only one such Brush Washer, and only four or five of the lesser ones; do you really believe he only has that many? Suddenly, Zhao Xiuneng stared at the Brush Washer on the table: one piece was a profit of several million, what if there were one or two more, or even two or three? Seeing the gleam in his eyes, Lin Sicheng poured cold water on him at the right time: "Senior Brother, there might not necessarily be more; it's just a case of taking a swing at the tree to see if any dates fall!"

Right, this indeed might not necessarily be the case, but looking at the way this group operates: there are definitely other good things.

Selling to anyone is still selling, right?

Zhao Xiuneng gave a thumbs up: "Junior Brother is still the one who considers things thoroughly!"