Mo Group Office.
Mo Zichen, who is in charge of business, is receiving a sudden visitor.
The customer who came to the company without prior contact was Ni An, who was in charge of purchasing for the Song family company.
Seeing Ni An walking into the office, Mo Zichen's eyes became sharp.
"Please sit down."
Despite this, Mo Zichen solemnly invited him to sit in the seat of honor and poured him a cup of tea.
“Give us all the platinum.”
"What did you say?"
Mo Zichen raised an eyebrow and asked as if pretending not to hear.
"Give me all the platinum."
"What?"
Suddenly Mo Zichen roared.
Although his roar was scary, what was more scary than Mo Zichen in front of him was Mrs. Song.
Ni An said as he adjusted his shirt.
"Give the use rights of the mine you obtained to our Song family."
The way they spoke was as if Mo Zichen owed them a lot of money, and the forced tone was disgusting.
What is this called?
Are you bullying others by taking advantage of your power?
"What right do I have to hand it over?"
Mo Zichen asked calmly.
Facing his question, Ni An answered with a tough temper.
"requisition."
"Do you have any documents? Any documents stamped by the higher authorities, any instructions for the requisition?"
Ni An really couldn't produce any documents, and the requisition was just talk. It was impossible for Mr. Song to issue any documents.
Naturally he couldn't take it out.
I can only use Mrs. Song's identity.
"Don't you know who it is? Madam Song, who is that? You must know. Do you want to go against her? You'd better think it through."
"so what?"
Mo Zichen asked back expressionlessly.
"Are you sure you want to go against the Madam?"
Mo Zichen leaned sideways on the chair with one leg crossed, looking at Ni An.
"……so what?"
"If you knew, as a citizen, you should help! If you don't want to hinder Madam Song's plan." Seeing that Mo Zichen didn't react at all to the words Madam Song, Ni An said angrily, "Young people nowadays have no spirit at all."
Ni An seemed dissatisfied and even smacked his lips.
"I bought this place myself, why should I give it to Madam Song? If you want it, just buy it from me!"
"you!"
"Hasn't what I said been clear enough?"
Mo Zichen looked at his angry expression and asked slowly.
"Okay, make your bid."
"1225 yuan."
"What?"
Ni An shouted.
"1225 yuan per gram."
"Are you kidding me?"
"Do you think I'm kidding?" Mo Zichen stared into Ni An's eyes and emphasized again: "1225 yuan per gram."
"You're robbing me!" Ni An stood up excitedly. "The current price is only 245 yuan per gram, and you're asking for 1,225 yuan. You might as well be robbing a bank!"
"1,300 yuan per gram."
"Damn it, young man, what's wrong with you? Are you asking for a higher price?"
"1,400 yuan per gram."
Mo Zichen said calmly.
Anyway, he believed in Song Sichen and had established a monopoly. If he wanted platinum, he had to get it from him, otherwise, he would not have it.
"That's enough! You're nothing but a robber!"
Panicked Ni An protested with a red face.
"In that case, here's the final price: 1,500 yuan per gram. If you think I'm robbing you, then leave! Find a lower price. I'm not putting a knife to your neck to force you. But you're forcing me to sell, so of course I have to offer a higher price." After saying this, Mo Zichen raised his hand and slowly pointed at Fangxin at the door. "If not, please leave immediately!"
You might say he is polite, but there is contempt in his eyes.
It's impolite of him to say that he even said the word 'please'.
"Hello!"
"It seems he has no intention of leaving."
Mo Zichen looked at Ni An coldly.
"I will never forget what happened today."
"If you agree, I'll wait for your news." Mo Zichen said to his back as he walked out, "Don't worry, take your time to find a source of supply, because no one else has it except me."
He walked to the door, paused when he heard this, and then looked at Mo Zichen who was sitting motionless in the chair.
Unable to utter a word, he only snorted coldly before walking out and slamming the door. You could feel the anger radiating from him.
After he walked out, Mo Zichen took a deep breath and sighed.
Not long after, I received the news that the price for purchasing was 1,500 yuan per gram.
Sure enough, everything was within Song Sichen's expectations.
Although the sun dyed the sky red, the Song family still had guests.
He is a very capable manager in the Song family company.
"ah!"
The manager rubbed his tired eyes with his fingers and sighed.
"I'm so tired today, let's stop here for now."
Song Yanzhe said to the manager opposite.
"No, there's still a lot to learn."
Soon, he rejected it.
"Not really. I've listened to you for a long time. That's enough."
"Song Sichen is about to join the company and will be responsible for the same project as you. My wife asked me to teach you more. What I just said is not enough!"
But Song Yanzhe couldn't help yawning and felt bored.
Apparently, he was quite motivated at first, but he quickly lost interest once the project's complexity became apparent.
Entrusted by Mrs. Song, he sat face to face with Song Yanzhe for several hours and taught him from scratch, but the manager's patience was gradually exhausted.
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