After saying that,
Yi Feng took out the card that the steward of Baofeng Chamber of Comrce had just given him.
"To be honest, in the past, I might have bowed for five buckets of rice, but now..."
"One hundred thousand gold coins really doesn't an much to ."
As he spoke, Yi Feng did not forget to wave the card in front of Mao Lin's eyes.
"Humph!"
Mao Lin snorted disdainfully, but the next mont, his eyes caught the card waving in Yi Feng's hand.
That unique color and pattern?
What?
Mao Lin's face changed drastically. As the chairman of Pingjiang Chamber of Comrce, how could he not recognize the exclusive deposit card of their arch-rival Baofeng Chamber of Comrce?
These deposit cards were similar to those of Pingjiang Chamber of Comrce, divided into different levels.
And the card in Yi Feng's hand, he could see at a glance, was a high-level deposit card of Baofeng Chamber of Comrce. To have such a card, there was at least 100,000 gold coins deposited in it.
That is to say, Yi Feng had at least 100,000 gold coins.
When he thought of this, Mao Lin felt as if a fish bone was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say a word.
"What do you think, Chairman Mao?"
Seeing Mao Lin's frustrated expression, Yi Feng narrowed his eyes and asked with a pure smile.
"You..."
"You, you..."
"You win, humph." Mao Lin's face turned green with anger, he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, snorted angrily and shouted, "Let's go!"
Watching Mao Lin leave crestfallen, Yi Feng contemptuously put away the deposit card.
Hitting people in the face with money, so satisfying.
Of course, Yi Feng never wanted to pretend to be rich. Even if Mao Lin was unwilling to give him the book that day, he would not have any opinion about it. From his standpoint, he understood that the interests of the Chamber of Comrce ca first.
But Mao Lin should not have, absolutely not, disparaged Yi Feng's efforts, and ca up with 100 gold coins to humiliate him.
A man,
can be poor, but must not be poor in ambition.
So this ti when Mao Lin ca, Yi Feng naturally would not give him any good face.
Mao Lin returned to the Chamber of Comrce with a dark face, and waiting for him was the entire senior managent of the Chamber of Comrce. When they learned that Mao Lin had returned empty-handed, the pressure ca at him from all sides.
"Chairman, didn't you firmly say before that you would definitely invite the author back?"
"Yes, Baofeng Chamber of Comrce's profits exceeded ours by 20% last month. If this continues this month, forget about the profits this book brings to Baofeng Chamber of Comrce, just the influence and reputation alone, will overwhelm our Pingjiang Chamber of Comrce."
"If Baofeng Chamber of Comrce wins the top spot in this Chamber of Comrce appraisal, then Mao Lin, you will be the sinner of our Pingjiang Chamber of Comrce."
One unkind voice after another ca, and Mao Lin was in a panic. But facing their pressure, even as the chairman, he could not ignore them, and could only prop up his confidence and say, "It was just one failure, no big deal, I have my ways."
After the eting, Mao Lin returned ho, sat at the head of the room and frowned.
Finally, he shouted, "Co, bring my daughter out to see !"
Soon, Mao Yun'er walked in, her beautiful figure draped in a red dress, her jade feet bare, and asked softly, "Father, what do you ask of ?"
"Cough, Yun'er,"
Seeing Mao Yun'er arrive, Mao Lin put away his gloomy expression and said with a smiling face, "I have good news for you. The author of Hong Lou ng has been found. Also, tell you one thing, he is also the author of The Supre Treasure."
"Really?"
Mao Yun'er's pretty face turned red, full of joy.
"That's right."
Mao Lin nodded, then asked again, "Yun'er, let ask you, do you like this person?"
At these words, Mao Yun'er's pretty face blushed, and she lowered her head and said, "Father, although I have never t him, but his literary talent is outstanding, and he has great works, I think he must be a kind, elegant, gentle scholar!"
Seeing Mao Yun'er praise Yi Feng so much, Mao Lin's expression was a little gloomy and uncertain, but soon he put it away and gently said, "Yun'er, whoever you like, father will support you. And literature does have its charm, so if you have feelings for him, just go for it boldly!"
"Thank you, father."
Mao Yun'er's pretty face was excited at the thought that she would soon be able to et the great writer who had been on her mind day and night. Her pretty face was unknowingly flushed red.
"Alright, you go down. I will have soone send you his identity information and address later. Take so ti to pay him a visit!" Mao Lin instructed.
"Yes, father, Yun'er will take her leave." Mao Yun'er said softly.
"Right."
As Mao Yun'er was about to leave, Mao Lin couldn't help shouting again.
"Yes?"
Mao Yun'er looked back.
"Rember to dress up nicely, and this skirt of yours is a little too long. Most people don't really like this kind."
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