My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1124: The Lion’s Big Mouth

But hearing the urgency in his voice, Ivanov was worried about the batch of goods that had been stuck in the port, afraid they couldn’t be sold and he would suffer a huge loss, which was why he was so anxious.

"Let him come over," Third Young Master Jun ordered indifferently.

The old fox, Ivanov, finally couldn’t restrain himself anymore, he had fallen into his own trap and lost his patience.

His eyes briefly flashed a cold, blood-like gleam, not only because of the mission, but now also facing assassination, this batch of arms was extremely important to him; he needed to get them into his hands quickly.

He had arranged a meeting place with Ivanov.

This time they were very cautious, moving stealthily, leaving no trace.

Only when they arrived did they notify Ivanov to come.

Ivanov hurried over, no longer possessing the composed and confident demeanor from two days earlier, his attitude much more relaxed, no longer putting on airs.

"Third Young Master Jun, I am willing to sell these weapons to you, let’s sign," he said straightforwardly, cutting to the chase.

He just wanted to get rid of these troublesome weapons as soon as possible, fearing even a second’s delay might attract trouble.

He took out the contract and handed it to Third Young Master Jun.

Seeing the eager expression barely concealed on his plump, aged face, Third Young Master Jun understood his urgency, his eyes darkly shimmering, and he spoke leisurely without taking the contract.

"Mr. Ivan, if you remember, I did say that if we didn’t trade on the day, the price would change afterward. You wouldn’t forget that, would you?"

His leisurely demeanor and unhurried tone exuded complete confidence.

Ivanov stifled his breath, his face darkening, was this young man planning to hang him out to dry in order to force a purchase?

But thinking it over, his goods were indeed in a bit of trouble and he urgently needed to unload them, so he had to endure it.

"Fine, I’ll offer you a discount, twice the market price." Ivanov’s expression was pained as he offered a one-third concession, clearly very vexed.

If he had sold them on the day, he wouldn’t have lost billions in just two days.

Third Young Master Jun smiled indifferently, raised a finger, and shook it.

Ivanov’s face immediately changed, and he grew a bit angry, "Third Young Master Jun, what do you mean by this?"

He had already taken a step back, painfully reducing the price by one-third, a substantial reduction; what more did this young man want?

"Mr. Ivan, time waits for no one. Two days have passed, do you think they are still worth twice the market price? Lower it again," proposed Third Young Master Jun, his eyebrows raised in a rather detestable manner.

Ivanov gritted his teeth in anger, "Third Young Master Jun, don’t overstep. You urgently need the weapons too. Let’s both step back, in order to have better terms in future dealings, or else you won’t benefit either."

"Feiyu, see the guest out!"

Third Young Master Jun waved his hand, rejecting any threats.

"You..." Ivanov, infuriated by his attitude, forcibly held back his anger. He had to endure this arrogant brat, "I’ll give them to you at market price, that should suffice, right?"

Little did he know, the more audacious Third Young Master Jun would be, even more audacious. He waved his hand, his handsome face revealing a thoroughly scheming businessman’s nature as he coldly smirked:

"Originally, your weapons were only worth the market price. If it wasn’t for seeing my urgent need, could you have raised the price? Now, your weapons are like roses after Valentine’s Day, they should be significantly reduced in a clearance sale by now."

"A clearance sale?" Ivanov was livid, "These are weapons, not flowers that wither, why should they be discounted?"

Offering them to Third Young Master Jun at market price should have been more than enough for him to be grateful and quickly sign, yet he still wanted a discount, was he mad?

"Mr. Ivan, I won’t mince words, a flat rate, fifty percent off! Will you sell or not?" Third Young Master Jun made a bold demand.