"The landlady was a returned overseas Chinese, an elderly lady in her seventies, very talkative, and chatted with me for a long time..."

"Get to the point!" Ma Baorong interrupted him.

"Yes, Mr. Ma, I told the landlady that I wanted to open a clothing store, and she was very welcoming."

"Didn't you tell her you wanted to buy the shop?"

"It was mentioned, but the old lady had concerns. After all, this area is very busy, and if it's sold, there will be no rent to collect."

"If the price isn't enough, we'll raise it. I refuse to believe there's anyone in this world who wouldn't be greedy for money!" Ma Baorong said domineeringly.

He straightened his suit sleeves, his tone calm and confident.

To be honest, even he himself felt that he had a bit of Boss Lin's vibe.

Alas, the charm of idols is boundless.

"Mr. Ma, for a 350-square-meter storefront, 7.2 million is already the absolute maximum we can offer."

Dajun hesitated for a moment, then advised:

“Which shop in this area of ​​the Prince’s Mansion is worth that much? 7.2 million. Even if she collects rent, it would take her 60 years to collect it.”

Ma Baorong crossed his arms and squinted as he said:

"You don't understand, the value of prime commercial land isn't calculated like that."

"Times are changing rapidly. Places that you think are expensive today will be even more expensive in ten years."

"You need to have a long-term vision. What seems like a loss in the short term will turn into a huge profit in the long run."

Dajun, who was inside the car, was stunned. He opened his mouth, then chuckled awkwardly:

"That makes sense. I didn't expect Mr. Ma to be so eloquent at such a young age!"

Ma Baorong blushed and stammered, "These are all things our boss said."

Da Jun pointed his right thumb and said, "Then your boss is an even bigger genius!"

"Of course! By the way, Dajun, go and talk to the landlord again. Add 1.8 million to the purchase price. We must get this shop!"

"9 million? My God, is this robbery?" Dajun exclaimed, his mouth agape in shock.

"Go quickly, don't dawdle. After you've done it, I'll give you 100,000 yuan as a reward."

"Alright, I'll go right now!"

......

This hidden scene in the car was not conspicuous on the busy street.

The people sent by the second young master of the Mo family to keep watch had long been shaken off by Ma Baorong.

The Mo family's tactics for suppressing and obstructing Wanqi Electric Appliances are nothing more than coercion and bribery.

Mo Jingcheng, through his extensive network of connections and skillful maneuvering, kept a close eye on Wan Qi's actions.

Once Wanqi's men contact the landlord to discuss renting a shop, he will immediately send someone to the landlord's door to coerce them.

Moreover, he had already spread the word in the underworld that no one in the capital was allowed to rent a storefront to Wan Qi and his gang of outsiders.

He also had people contact the neighborhood committees and industry and commerce bureaus in each street to give him their regards.

This ruthless move, which cuts off the enemy's lifeline, is indeed vicious and domineering.

Unfortunately, he ran into Lin Dong.