My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1074 Truly infuriating

"Miss Yiren is really well-informed, but on this road, such minor injuries are all in a day’s work," Third Young Master Jun casually took over, treating the gunshot wound as if it were a common cold.

Yiren frowned, retreated to her own seat, and observed his complexion. Although he was pale, his spirit seemed extremely good, as if he were an untroubled bystander.

Could Gu Yan’s information be wrong? She had hoped that Third Young Master Jun, having lost his arms and severely injured, would be besieged from all sides and cornered, with no choice but to submit.

But looking at the situation now, she really doubted whether his predicament was that dire.

She resumed the idle chat and tested a few phrases, to which Third Young Master Jun responded smoothly, not giving anything away.

After talking for more than ten minutes about nothing in particular and never touching on the core issue of the weapons, Yiren felt a sense of pride within her. She was the benefactor, while he was the one seeking aid, so naturally, he should be the one to broach the subject.

Moreover, she knew that even if Third Young Master Jun did not appear to be in a hurry on the surface, she didn’t believe that he wasn’t eager inside. After all, he really was in urgent need of arms and would surely be the first to lose patience and speak up.

But as the conversation continued, Yiren’s eyebrows knit tighter, and the confident smile on her face began to waver, because she realized that Third Young Master Jun had no intention of seeking help at all, just leading her on a wild goose chase.

Even Ivanov began to doubt, wondering if this man had other alternatives, which is why he was so composed.

Eventually, father and daughter exchanged glances, and Yiren was the first to lose patience. She smiled and initiated the conversation, "Isn’t Third Young Master curious about how we came to be in this place?"

Third Young Master Jun shifted his body lazily, his voice devilishly deep, tinged with a hint of curiosity.

"Very curious, I would love to hear more about it."

Yiren caught her breath, somewhat annoyed. How could he possibly not know their purpose for being here, this man was really good at playing dumb, it was maddening.

"It’s nothing much. The Ivan Group just happens to have a shipment of top-tier weapons docked at this port, all featuring the latest high tech. Many leaders in this Golden Triangle region want them, clamoring to compete, rushing to it like ducks to water, driving the price higher and higher. But my father and I haven’t yet decided on who to choose. The ship is docked at the pier, and as soon as the terms are settled, the transaction can be concluded immediately!" 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

What she meant was, our merchandise is hot property, you’d better hurry or there’ll be nothing left, and you’ll be kicking yourself for missing out, so come beg me, hurry and beg me.

Yiren was quite confident that Third Young Master Jun would be moved, after all, he urgently needed weapons, and now the weapons were just sitting at the port, ready for him to claim, enough to be a deadly temptation for him.

Unexpectedly, Third Young Master Jun raised an eyebrow, "Oh, congratulations to the both of you then, you’ll surely fetch a good price."

His tone sounded as if he couldn’t care less about the cargo.

The smiles of certainty on both Ivanov and Yiren’s faces froze, as they seethed with irritation.

Oh, is it just an ’oh’? This infuriating Third Young Master Jun is truly maddening. Keep on pretending, just keep it up.

Ivanov couldn’t stand the annoyance, his murky eyes showing a sinister and vicious glint:

"Third Young Master Jun, we don’t play games without sincerity in business. I, Ivanov, will not beat around the bush with you. I know you’ve just lost a significant shipment of arms, and I’m aware of your urgent need for these goods. If you want them, show your sincerity!"

Seeing that the father and daughter pair finally lost patience and spoke first, a calculating smirk rippled in the bottomless depths of Third Young Master Jun’s eyes.

Negotiation was a matter of momentum, a contest of East over West, or West over East.