"Oh!" Yuan Kui sat up straight, showing interest:
"How much?"
"Three million." Fang Zheng raised three fingers:
"One million for each of you three brothers, how about it?"
"Ha..." Yuan Kui sneered:
"Are you trying to send a beggar away?"
"That's quite a lot." Fang Zheng remained calm:
"Yuan Family Village has only about a hundred households, and very few have steady jobs. Fugui Porcelain Factory can provide so positions for them."
"As long as they work diligently, they might not get rich, but they can have a stable life."
He felt he was being too kind-hearted, always considering others, but... obviously, the other side didn't quite appreciate it.
"Screw you!"
Soone slamd the table and stood up:
"Who do you think you're looking down on..."
"Bang!"
Before he could finish, a glass wine cup smashed against his head, shattering on impact and leaving him with blood streaming down his face.
"Watch your mouth."
Fang Zheng's face darkened:
"Don't start cursing for no reason."
"Damn!"
"Son of a bitch!"
"..."
The atmosphere was already tense, and his action was like a spark igniting a barrel of gunpowder, making everyone in Yuan Family Village explode in an instant.
"To hell with you..."
Soone next to him clenched a fist and aid directly at Fang Zheng's head.
Another picked up a telescopic steel baton from the table and swung it hard, while soone else lifted a chair and smashed it down forcefully.
"Hmph!"
Fang Zheng snorted softly.
Vajra Skill!
Capture Skill!
"Bang!"
"Crack..."
He sat firmly, resisting the incoming attacks, his hands suddenly shooting out, fingers exerting force. The sound of bones cracking echoed, followed by a series of screams in the room.
"Refusing a toast but taking a penalty!"
Fang Zheng's face showed anger, he twisted his neck and stood up from his seat, his figure flashed, and people were sent flying one after another, crashing heavily to the ground.
A dozen people,
Were like toys to be played with at his will!
Except for the old village chief of Yuan Family Village, who didn't move, and Tian Liang, who remained still, in the blink of an eye, everyone else was lying on the floor.
The room fell silent.
Only the occasional groan was heard.
"As expected..."
Fang Zheng paced and sat back in the main seat, speaking slowly:
"With people like you, there's no point in talking nicely. If I don't show so strength, you'd think I'm a pushover."
?
The three Yuan brothers exchanged glances, Yuan Kui struggled to get up, patted the dust off, and said:
"Boss Fang, impressive skills!"
"I admire you!"
"Let's not overstate it." Fang Zheng lowered his eyes slightly:
"Now can we talk properly?"
"There's nothing to talk about." Yuan Kui's eyes were cold:
"Boss Fang has remarkable skills, we know we're no match, but so what if you can fight? In this line of work, it's not just about fighting."
"Hmph!"
"What's more important is influence."
"Behind the three of us are over a hundred households and several hundred people from Yuan Family Village. Can you kill them all? Do you really think the Public Security Bureau would just stand by?"
Fang Zheng remained silent.
After a pause, he said:
"I invited you all here today because I wanted to talk business."
"There's nothing to talk about!" Yuan Wen stood and waved his hand, shouting:
"Listen, Fang, let be honest, Fugui Porcelain Factory has to give us sixty percent of the shares, otherwise, no one will be able to take over!"
"The porcelain factory belongs to Yuan Family Village?" Fang Zheng looked confused.
He truly didn't know that.
"No." Yuan Wei snorted, an air of arrogance:
"But since it involves Yuan Family Village, the benefits should stay here. Don't think just because you're a good fighter, you're an exception."
"Got it." Fang Zheng understood:
"You're just a bunch of bandits. In ancient tis, bandits would occupy a mountain and rob passersby. You guys rely on numbers to buy and sell by force."
"Ha..."
"Different yet similarly contemptible."
They were just a bunch of parasites.
Fugui Porcelain Factory was parasitized by the people of Yuan Family Village; no matter the business condition, all profits would be sucked dry by this group.
Therefore, regardless of the boss, in the end, they could only reluctantly give up.
They simply couldn't outlast the other side.
They had the numbers.
The governnt office didn't want to intervene either, since if there was any so-called 'civil unrest,' it would significantly impact their political achievents.
Sotis, being a rogue was also a skill.
Even big corporations like Fuhong Steel Factory or Tongchuang Investnt, which had assets worth billions, were helpless against small players like Yuan Family Village.
In the end, they could only accept their bad luck.
Fang Zheng,
Would be seen the sa way by them!
"Give us sixty percent of the shares, or leave half of the profit to Yuan Family Village, and you can continue operating." Yuan Wei spoke:
"Otherwise, we'll take this to the end."
"Let's see..."
"Who can hold out the longest!"
"Exactly." Yuan Kui squinted:
"Yuan Family Village has been here for a century; nine out of ten people have the surna Yuan. If Boss Fang doesn't want to waste his money, he'd better seriously consider our proposal."
"Ha..." Fang Zheng chuckled softly and said:
"You really know how to play."
"I admire you!"
Saying so, he gently shook his head and sighed, took a napkin from the dining table, and started folding it with interest.
His fingers were incredibly nimble, and in an instant, he had folded an exquisite paper figure.
Even professional origami artists would feel inferior seeing it.
"Boss Fang, quite the interest."
Yuan Kui coldly snapped:
"Still in the mood for origami?"
"..." Fang Zheng shook his head, flipped his palm open to reveal several strands of hair, and slowly began winding the hair around the paper figure.
"Lately, I've been in a bad mood."
Lifting his head, Fang Zheng looked at the three of them, his voice indifferent:
"Are you sure you don't want to reconsider your terms?"
"Hmph!"
Yuan Wei stepped forward:
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