"Mr. Mike?"
The car window slowly rolled down, revealing a pure white mask with only holes for the eyes and nose.
It exudes an air of mystery.
Irving asked uncertainly, and the latter nodded.
What are you doing here?
He nodded, but the presence of that mask puzzled Owen.
"Some unexpected events."
Baker's voice was flat, carrying an air of aloofness: "Still want to make a deal?"
He showed no intention of getting out of the car, seemingly waiting for Irving to speak before driving away.
Although Irving was suspicious, he was the only one with access to the supplies, so he said with a forced smile, "You're joking, Mr. Mike. Please come inside and chat."
Mike nodded, and then the bodyguard in the passenger seat opened the car door for him.
As Baker stepped out of the car, he glanced at the girls who were greeting him, all with their heads down and looking fearful, which made him feel nauseous.
"Let's go inside and talk."
Squinting, Beck seemed a little uncomfortable standing in the sunlight.
"certainly."
Irving didn't delay either, leading Baker into the massage parlor.
The woman standing in front of the counter smiled and said, "Welcome to Mo Bath House."
"This way, please."
Owen noticed that Baker's gaze lingered on the woman for a moment, after all, her well-developed breasts were indeed extraordinary.
However, this also relieved Irving.
Since there is desire, business negotiations become easier.
Upon reaching the innermost part of the building, Baker, as if he were the host, took the first seat on the sofa.
Irving didn't mind, and after asking for some fruit, he sat down as well.
"Looking around, there seem to be quite a few people here," Baker said slowly.
“Yes.” Owen nodded: “The Massage House has never lacked excellent massage therapists.”
“If that’s the case,” Baker said leisurely, “why the rush to replenish the cargo?”
"People always like to play different kinds of games," Irving joked. "It may seem like there's plenty, but there are only so many, and people will eventually get tired of them."
"But I've heard that business is getting harder and harder for everyone lately."
Baker got into character, posing as a shrewd businessman who wanted to take advantage of the situation to raise prices.
“That’s somewhere else,” Owen said confidently. “Here, those petty thieves wouldn’t dare to mess with us.”
"Boss, you're quite confident."
Just call me Irving.
Baker nodded: "My time is precious too, let's get straight to the point, Mr. Irving."
"good."
Irving nodded: "We still don't know how much stock Mr. Mike has."
“Many, many.”
Baker said slowly, "Anyway, I don't really intend to make a deal. Let him make up whatever he wants, as long as he can get information out of him."
Irving's face lit up: "Perhaps Mr. Mike can sum it up: we're in short supply."
Baker raised an eyebrow: "I'm afraid you don't have that much of an appetite, boss."
"Mr. Mike, you can rest assured about this. I guarantee it in the name of Momo Bath House. I will eat as much as you give me."
Baker nodded. Moyu House was one of the most famous massage parlors in Dream City.
"Then I won't keep you in suspense any longer."
He held up four fingers and said, "Four hundred people, that should be enough."
A hint of surprise flashed in Irving's eyes. He knew Irving had a large supply of goods, but he hadn't expected so many.
These are not just any four hundred people, but four hundred qualified women who can be considered goods.
Each of these women would be considered a beauty if placed in public.
"Mr. Mike is more capable than I thought."
“Just some insignificant connections,” Baker said slowly.
"Okay, I want them all."
"Irving said in a deep voice."
"What a bold move."
Baker praised, then paused, "However, Mr. Owen, as you know, the price is going to change recently."
"you say."
He was prepared to pay a premium when purchasing goods during this period.
"Fifty percent."
Irving's pupils contracted, and he abruptly stood up, saying coldly, "Mr. Mike, this isn't how business is conducted."
A 50% premium means that if he had bought 300 people at the previous price, he could now only buy 200.
This is a total rip-off!
Irving was prepared for a premium, but he thought that even if Mike was greedy, the price would only rise to ten percent.
Fifty dollars? What's the difference between that and robbery?
"Don't rush, Mr. Irving."
Baker said quietly, "You don't actually think I believe what you're saying, do you?"
Irving's expression changed: "What do you mean?"
"Why would I believe that Irving, the owner, suddenly hires so many people, especially at this time? Do you think he doesn't have some ulterior motive?"
Baker continued, "And you should have been prepared for a premium, and even thought we might take advantage of you to extort money, yet you still bought goods during this period."
"Mr. Irving, your current situation is probably not very good, is it?"
Irving's pupils dilated as he witnessed for the first time what a shrewd businessman was like, and what it meant to raise prices arbitrarily.
"Don't be upset, Mr. Irving."
Baker stroked the mask on his face, his voice somewhat cold: "A situation that can be resolved with money is already quite good."
Irving remained silent. Perhaps Mike wore a mask because he had also encountered this situation, and he clearly did not have the ability to pay for such a disaster.
They had no choice but to swallow their pride and try to survive.
This made Irving somewhat silent. If he didn't do this well, the outcome wouldn't be as good as Mike's; in fact, it would likely be worse.
Because of his reliance on the city lord's influence over the years, he has offended many people.
He believed that the moment the city lord severed ties with him would be the moment he died.
"call…"
Irving let out a long sigh: "Mr. Mike, fifty is a bit too much."
Baker nodded, a hint of amusement in his eyes: "I think so too, how about this?"
"you say."
Baker, who had been leaning back on the sofa, slowly sat up straight: "Perhaps, Mr. Irving could use some information to negotiate a discount."
That's why he offered such an excessive premium – he wanted to extract some information from it.
"you…"
Irving frowned, sensing something was amiss: "Why are you asking these questions?"
“Boss, you know very well that information is actually quite valuable.” Baker made up a reason: “I have connections who need this intelligence.”
"Do you need our intelligence?"
After thinking for a moment, Owen realized that what they needed was not information about the Bath House, but rather information about what Green had been doing recently.
This made him hesitate for a moment.
"20% off".
Baker continued to tempt him: "If the boss can provide me with satisfactory information, I can offer you a discount without raising the price, and even give you a 20% discount."
Irving was somewhat tempted.
After all, this is a big deal, and even with a 20% discount, it can still save a lot of money.
In Dream City, everything is illusory, except for money, which will never lie to you.
Even the position of city lord can be bought with money!
The prerequisite is that your assets exceed those of the city lord.
“Excuse me, Mr. Mike, let me think about it.”
"certainly."
Irving clapped his hands: "Come in."
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