Free Web NovelChapter 2533: Chapter 1593: I Think You’re Not Up to It (Part 2)
Using these run-of-the-mill cigarettes and liquor to test a lawyer who’s already made a name and fought his way out of the crowd?
What top lawyer can’t handle a test like that?
To dig a bit deeper, this is almost an insult.
As the "middleman," Boss Jiang’s face darkened a few shades. He was just about to speak when he saw the other party still moving after putting the bag down.
Oh.
Didn’t notice.
There was more than just cigarettes and liquor in the bag.
There was also a metal box inside, like some health supplement packaging.
After taking the metal box out, Young Master Zhou set it on the coffee table and pushed it toward Fang Qing.
See.
Never rush to a conclusion too early.
Almost wronged the guy.
Mission complete, Boss Jiang shut his mouth again.
"What is it."
Fang Qing’s gaze shifted from the metal box to Young Master Zhou of Xia Shang Zhou.
"Miss Fang, open it and you’ll know."
RMB?
Not very likely.
He’s not dealing with Zhang Zhongquan. This box is what, 40×30 cm at best; even if you pack it solid with no gaps, how much money can you fit?
Even in US dollars it wouldn’t be that impressive.
Gold?
If it really held gold bars, given current gold prices, that’d actually be quite something.
Since he’d already told her to open it, what’s the point of being polite.
Fang Qing reached out.
When the lid was lifted, no dazzling light shot out. Lying in the box were no shiny gold bars, but a single sheet of paper.
Putting on a show and thinking he’s hilarious?
Expression unchanged, Fang Qing put the lid back down and picked up that document.
"Equity Transfer Agreement"
The value of a thing isn’t measured by its weight.
For example, if you’re lost in a boundless desert, would you need gold?
No.
A whole meal of gold isn’t worth a 350 ml bottle of mineral water.
Paper is the same.
Some paper is just paper, only good for wiping in the bathroom; some paper is not ordinary paper.
Fang Qing opened the title page and skimmed through it once at lawyer speed.
"Is Miss Fang satisfied?"
Zhou Shaohua was calm and unhurried, radiating a sense of confidence and composure.
To achieve great things, one must be Able to Be Humble and to Assert Oneself, and not fuss over trivialities.
No penny-pinching, no waiting to haggle. From the first move, he came in with maximum sincerity.
He’s not some vegetable vendor at the wet market.
Fang Qing said nothing; she just handed the "Equity Transfer Agreement" to a certain someone who was clearly the main character yet sitting there like a bystander.
"You just take a look."
"I said read it, so read it."
All right then.
Has to put on a show.
Really thinks that just because there’s an outsider here she’ll play the gentle act? Qing Gege has always loved and hated openly and uprightly.
Zhou Shaohua fixed his gaze on his nose, his nose on his heart, pretending he heard nothing—why make things harder for another man.
Instantly tamed, Boss Jiang fell silent, took the "Equity Agreement."
Logically, something this important should never be shown to unrelated people, but the person who should’ve stopped it—Zhou Shaohua—didn’t move a muscle.
The adult world values appearances.
Keeping that thin layer of paper intact is only beneficial to both sides.
The old house Martial Saint once compared to a shelter suddenly quieted; the only sound was pages turning.
5%
Black and white, crystal clear.
It looks insignificant, but combined with the size of Green Land, this piece of equity clearly represents a hefty fortune.
And it’s practically being given away.
Credit where it’s due.
You could call it utterly sincere.
What’s a big shot.
This is.
"What do you two think?"
This time he directly switched to "you two."
Foreplay’s over; heading into the climax, you naturally need a bit more candor.
"Young Master Zhou is generous."
Jiang Chen raised his head and laid the equity agreement back on the coffee table. "I’d like to know whose shares these are coming from."
"Mr. Jiang doesn’t need to concern himself with that. It’s not important. With Miss Fang joining us, Green Land will only grow more and more prosperous. Everyone’s shares will appreciate, so whose 5% these are, what difference does it make?"
It’s not enough to turn swords into plowshares.
The more refined move is to assimilate your enemy, turn them into your own利益共同体.
"This is a win–win cooperation, hehe."
Zhou Shaohua’s smile exuded composure, confidence, and the satisfaction of having everything under control.
Indeed.
By human nature.
Who turns down a benefit delivered to their door?
Who ever minds having more money?
Besides, look at it another way—this is a perfect chance for both sides to turn enemies into friends.
One door in exchange for 5% equity—why not?
A few minor frictions in life are inevitable.
Under normal circumstances, at this point, as the host, Boss Jiang could basically pop the champagne already. Of course, judging from this place, there’s probably no champagne, but pulling a few beers from the fridge to clink would work too. But who is Boss Jiang?
He never walks the usual path.
"What do you think."
He asked Fang Qing.
After all, it was the Fang Family who got splashed with paint.
The Fang Family are the real victims.
Fang Qing shook her head, seemingly uninterested.
In this day and age, there are actually women who treat money like dirt?
Do they have any idea what 5% of Green Land represents?
Zhou Shaohua believed they did; if they still refused, it could only mean one thing.
They were refusing to settle.
They were choosing to fight him, Young Master Zhou, to the bitter end.
Fight the Zhou Family?
Do they have that qualification?
"Five points, Miss Fang still isn’t satisfied?"
Suppressing his emotions, Zhou Shaohua’s smile slowly faded.
"Has no one ever told Young Master Zhou that you can’t take what doesn’t belong to you?"
Jiang Chen stayed silent, brows twitching slightly.
Qing Gege really does hate evil like mortal enemies.
"Is Miss Fang trying to lecture me?"
A chill flickered in Zhou Shaohua’s eyes, an involuntary reaction—the pride in his bones acting up.
"Since Green Land is willing to pay such a hefty price, why not put that cost into the construction itself."
Fang Qing shifted the question, like stabbing him once then pulling the knife back out.
"That question is about economics—or you could say, about capital. Isn’t Mr. Jiang in business as well? He should be able to answer it for you."
"The way he does business isn’t the same as you."
Zhou Shaohua leaned back slightly, the smile gone completely.
"So Miss Fang doesn’t want to accept my sincerity."
"It hasn’t been easy for Green Land to get where it is today. Young Master Zhou, you should take this back."
Smart people’s edge lies in being able to insult without a single curse word.
But Zhou Shaohua definitely got it.
He glanced at that agreement written with the blood and sweat of countless homeowners.
"Miss Fang is a Sha City person after all; her parents still live in Sha City. Her ties to Sha City are impossible to sever."
Etiquette before force—that’s tradition.
Since the other side refuses to appreciate the kindness, he can only bring out the hard dishes.
The threat in Young Master Zhou’s tone was obvious, but is Qing Gege the kind to bow to power?
Besides.
Even the Xia, Shang, and Zhou dynasties are long in their graves; one Zhou surname alone—does that represent power?
"My ties to Sha City definitely can’t be cut. But can you represent Sha City?"
Fang Qing asked.
Jiang Chen sighed inwardly.
He can’t even beat Qing Gege in an argument; isn’t this just self-torture.
"I can."
Who knew the other side would be one move sharper, locking eyes on Fang Qing and answering with unwavering conviction, overflowing with dominance.
Fang Qing smiled faintly.
"I don’t think you can."
Jiang Chen couldn’t hold it in—really couldn’t—and let out a laugh.
What could hit a man harder than that line?
Still barely holding his temper, Young Master Zhou suddenly shot to his feet, cheeks twitching, eyes venomous, just like the big bad wolf in a fairy tale after taking off his coat, ready to eat someone.
But is the person he’s facing Little Red Riding Hood?
Obviously not.
Unruffled, Fang Qing just looked at him calmly like that—enough to infuriate someone to death.
Too professional, really.
Putting himself in that spot, even Boss Jiang felt his chest start to tighten.
"Very good."
Taking a deep breath, Zhou Shaohua bent down and picked up the agreement.
"Riiip."
The agreement was shredded to confetti in an instant, then flung into the trash can.
So rude.
Trash you bring yourself, shouldn’t you take it away yourself?
Of course.
Considering the man’s mood, Boss Jiang was understanding—it’s just tossing some garbage; he didn’t nitpick.
"Bang."
The door swung open then slammed shut. Luckily, they’d changed to a security door; if it had still been the old wooden one, it would’ve probably collapsed.
"Sigh."
Jiang Chen let out a soft sigh and shook his head.
"You’ve caused trouble again."
