My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 1125: Hitting the Vital Point
"Mr. Ivan, I won’t beat around the bush, a flat rate, fifty percent! You selling or not?" Third Young Master Jun began aggressively, dropping his price from triple the value straight to half in one breath, faster than a roller coaster ride.
Ivanov’s blood pressure surged with anger, his old face nearly twisted, his cloudy eyes filled with malevolence and murderous intent.
"Third Young Master, that’s too much, fifty percent, I can’t believe you have the nerve to say it. You can’t do business like this by tearing down bridges after crossing. If you act so ruthlessly, do you still expect to do business with Ivan Group in the future?"
In the business world, you leave some room for maneuver; that’s the principle. He had never seen anyone like this before.
Third Young Master Jun arrogantly tilted up his chin, his handsome cold face tinged with extreme sarcasm:
"Ivanov, it’s not that I don’t want to give you face. When I offered you triple the market price, you refused to sell and kept trying to force my hand, aiming to plot against me. Is it that you’re allowed to make a move on the first day, but I’m not allowed to respond on the fifteenth? I, Third Young Master Jun, am known to hold grudges!"
"Good, good, Third Young Master Jun," Ivanov, filled with rage, felt utterly humiliated by such an unreserved exposure. He had meant to outsmart others, but now the tables had turned, and he couldn’t swallow his pride.
His eyes were like those of a sly, coldly laughing wolf.
"Do you really think I have to sell to you, Third Young Master? Fifty percent, I’d rather split and sell it to local forces. You’ve gone too far; just wait and see, I’m not selling anymore!"
Ivanov stormed off, making as if to leave.
But as he reached the door, Third Young Master Jun finally called out to him.
A gleam of triumph flashed in Ivanov’s cunning eyes; this youngster couldn’t possibly outsmart him.
Yet he heard Third Young Master Jun’s chillingly mocking tone: "Ivanov, once you step out this door, I’m afraid your batch of goods will end up soaked, fifty percent offer is still making some profit, and it rids you of a big hassle. If I were you, I would sign right away."
Ivanov felt like he had been struck by lightning and gasped in both shock and anger, turning back.
His chest heaved uncontrollably; his heart trembled.
"Third Young Master Jun, what do you mean by this?" His voice was sharp, unable to suppress the tension.
Third Young Master Jun’s eyes, cold as frost, casually glanced at him, speaking calmly and composedly, "What I mean is simple, I believe you understand, signing is your only, and it’s also your best choice."
A thin smirk played on his lips.
"I guess you don’t have the time to split and sell now, am I right?"
Shaken and trembling with anger, Ivanov weighed his options; just last night, he had received a tip that his goods might get inspected by the authorities, and that’s why he was so eager to sell today.
Because once the goods are seized, that’s the least of his worries; he feared being embroiled in an international lawsuit, after all, smuggling weapons was no small trouble if caught.
"It was you, wasn’t it? Did you report me? You’re ruthless, Third Young Master Jun, resorting to such measures just to drive down the price," Ivanov’s eyes shone with deep resentment.
Decades in the business world, though he wasn’t as formidable as his father, he had weathered his share of storms and schemes. But to think, in the end, he’d been severely outplayed by a youngster, taking a significant fall.
That blow to his pride infuriated him more than the loss.
"All I can say is, ’All’s fair in war,’" said Third Young Master Jun nonchalantly.
Ivanov was livid, but with Third Young Master Jun hitting his Achilles’ heel, he had no choice but to submit, approaching angrily.
He corrected the price, suppressed his rage, and signed, pressing down so hard he almost pierced the contract paper.
Once finished, he threw it at Third Young Master Jun, his face dark with venomous rage.
