Ye Feng couldn't help but shudder, thinking to himself, "What the hell are you talking about? You're being so lewd."
On the surface, he smiled and took out another bottle.
The sickle opened impatiently.
He drank it down in a big gulp.
His men watched with bated breath, their mouths practically watering.
Just the aroma of the wine is irresistible.
After finishing the second bottle of wine, Sickle let out a satisfied burp, and his gaze towards Ye Feng softened somewhat.
To prevent this guy from continuing to demand more, Ye Feng stated the purpose of his visit directly: "How much are you planning to sell that weapons production line for?"
When the conversation turned to serious matters, Sickle's expression immediately became serious.
He exuded a powerful aura: "That production line is highly technologically advanced."
Moreover, the quality is excellent, and it brings me substantial profits every year..."
Abba Abba said a lot.
The core meaning is just one thing.
It costs extra.
Finally, the sickle quoted an exorbitant price.
10 billion!
On the way here, Long Xiaowu had already explained the science to Ye Feng.
The weapon production line for the sickle is four generations behind the current standard.
The total value is at most one billion.
This guy is asking for an exorbitant price right off the bat, starting with ten times the original price.
Even though Ye Feng was prepared to be ripped off by this guy, he still couldn't accept the price.
After thinking for a moment, Ye Feng took out another bottle of baijiu and placed it on the table.
He said to the sickle, "It's a pleasure to meet you today. This bottle of wine is for you."
"Let's work together again sometime in the future. Goodbye."
After saying that, he stood up.
"Hey, hey, don't rush, let's talk this out."
Seeing that Ye Feng was about to leave, Sickle immediately stood up and pressed him down.
With a broad smile, he said, "When it comes to business, isn't the most important thing just the word 'talk'?"
Ye Feng 'reluctantly' sat down.
Then I saw this bastard casually pick up the nine from the table.
He really is a shrewd businessman.
Ye Feng said calmly, "Ten billion is really not something I can come up with. Eight hundred million should be about right."
Sickle opened the bottle again, took a few sips, and shook his head: "You can't joke like that."
"Alright then, since we've hit it off so quickly, let's give you a fair price: 9.5 billion."
Ye Feng: "Hehe, if you keep talking like that, we can't talk anymore. I can only give you a maximum of nine hundred million."
Sickle: "That's impossible. I'll offer a price that everyone can accept..."
The two sides went back and forth, constantly haggling over the price.
Finally, it was sold for 1.6 billion.
In addition, they also donated five tons of raw materials.
This price is still within Ye Feng's bottom line.
His initial target price was two billion.
After finalizing the deal, Sickle stared at Ye Feng's backpack and chuckled, "Your wine tastes pretty good. How about giving me another hundred bottles?"
"You're dreaming," Ye Feng retorted directly. "This wine, in China, a small bottle costs seven thousand yuan!"
Sickle was taken aback: "So expensive? Then give me another thousand bottles, or I won't let you leave today."
Ye Feng was so angry he laughed: "Fine, fine, you're the most shameless guy I've ever met. I've learned something new today."
Sickle didn't care, he just insisted that Ye Feng give him more of this wine.
Ye Feng stood up: "Alright, alright, I'll give you a few more bottles later. Let's go check out the production line now."
The items need to be taken away immediately, and it must be done before dark.
Don't be fooled by how pleasant the talks seem now.
They might suddenly attack and hurt someone at any moment.
At night, people's desires are amplified, which adds many variables.
The sickle, like a scoundrel, said, "It's a deal, you have to give it to me later."
I don't know which face is his true appearance.
It's possible that every single one of them is.
We arrived at the location where the production line was located.
Long Xiaowu sent professionals to conduct a thorough test.
Once everything was confirmed to be in order, a meeting was held to break it down.
Ye Feng then gave all twelve bottles of baijiu remaining in his backpack to Sickle.
He said, "Next time we have the chance to work together, I'll give you a little more."
Sickle licked his lips: "I've decided to be your friend!"
Ye Feng waved and walked ahead with Long Xiaowu.
Ye Feng stood with his hands in his pockets, seemingly relaxed, but in reality, he could draw his gun at any moment.
The others were also secretly tense, their eyes darting around as they surveyed their surroundings.
"Boss!" Sickle's henchman approached, his eyes gleaming with menace: "When do we make our move?"
"What the hell are you going to do about it!" Sickle kicked him in the backside, cursing loudly.
"Are you brainless? Can't you see that those people are all top-notch fighters?"
I didn't know that woman was a very wealthy woman, and I didn't know there were so many TKs outside the city?
Cooperating with them will provide plenty of opportunities to make money in the future; only a fool would go back to mess with them!
The sickle is a poisonous snake.
But it is also a clever venomous snake.
He knew what he wanted and how to live a more comfortable life.
Of course, there is another reason, and that is Ye Feng.
Years of trials by blood and fire have given the sickle a pair of sharp eyes.
He could tell at a glance that Ye Feng was extraordinary.
If you can't kill such a person in one blow, it's best to remain friends.
It wasn't until they left the city that everyone's tense bodies relaxed a little.
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