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Mo Kai Liang calculated seriously, lowering his head to count on his fingers. As he tallied up the six-figure and seven-figure sums, his eyes widened in disbelief. What kind of bags and watches could be so expensive? This was something that should be reported to the commercial bureau immediately! It was price gouging and market disruption! Were they treating people like fools?
Lan Qingqing twitched her lips and said, "You can complain, but if you win, it counts as my loss."
Zong Jin was in the office.
Wu Youyou entered the room and flopped onto the sofa, her legs draped over the edge of the coffee table. She complained, "I was just about to succeed, and you had to interfere. It's such a pity not to see Lan Qingqing fail!"
Tong Le handed a business card to Wu Youyou and said, "The company must be real, but the names and positions are likely fake. The company locations are all over the place; you won't be able to find anything. Lan Qingqing will always have a thousand reasons waiting for you."
Wu Youyou turned her head curiously and asked, "Tong Le Jie, don't you feel bad? Lan Qingqing is pregnant."
Tong Le shrugged. "I wish them a long life together with many descendants. Anyway, I don't think Ke Wenjie and Lan Qingqing can make their lives beautiful."
Looking at the time on his phone, Tong Le said, "I need to get back to the company; otherwise, Ke Wenjie will start his relentless demands again."
Zong Jin reminded him, "Before you leave, you might want to check in on Zong Zeyu's office. He should be back from his meeting by now."
Tong Le thought for a moment and replied, "Okay."
Meanwhile, at Tongshan Real Estate.
Ke Wenjie was in his office answering a phone call from the person in charge of Yi Sheng Architecture.
A look of impatience crossed Ke Wenjie's face as he firmly reiterated into the phone, "Sun Zong, I've already said it three times: Tongshan Real Estate will not cooperate with Yi Sheng Architecture! The price differences in the two quotes you've provided are too great for us to accept. Do you understand?"
On the other end of the line was Sun Hu, a lackey of Hou Yi. Sun Hu claimed to be responsible for this project. Unlike his usual aggressive demeanor when demanding payments, he now adopted a more humble tone as he followed Hou Yi's orders to secure cooperation with Tongshan Real Estate by any means necessary.
"Ke Zong," Sun Hu said politely, "how about we set aside the quotes for now? There might have been some misunderstandings regarding the prices; we can negotiate! Let's not dismiss a good deal outright. Besides, business is about mutual benefit. How about we meet face-to-face today? You can share your expectations with me, and I'll see what I can do."
Ke Wenjie's furrowed brow relaxed slightly; if they could discuss returning to the original quote, it wasn't out of the question.
"Then come to my office," Ke Wenjie replied.
Sun Hu suggested, "Ke Zong, how about we meet at a café instead? To be honest, I can't discuss this pricing issue in a formal setting; otherwise, if other industry colleagues overhear us, they might think Yi Sheng Architecture is too casual."
Ke Wenjie saw no issue with this proposal; meeting in a café for business discussions was common practice. He didn't want to agree too quickly and deliberately maintained an air of indifference.
Noticing Ke Wenjie's silence on the line, Sun Hu hurriedly added, "Ke Zong, can't you give me some face? It's just a meeting; let's make it happen!"
Reluctantly agreeing to Sun Hu's request, Ke Wenjie arranged to meet him at the café.
Twenty minutes later, Ke Wenjie arrived at the café where Sun Hu had suggested. Just as he parked and got out of his car, he barely had time to react before a black bag was thrown over his head. In an instant, two large men lifted him into a van.
Ke Wenjie was roughly thrown into the van. Within seconds, the bag tightened around his head while his hands and feet were bound with thin ropes, leaving him completely immobilized.
Ke Wenjie shouted for help, but clearly, he was inside a van that was speeding down the road. Suddenly, he felt several pairs of feet kicking him relentlessly. Everything around him turned dark, but the voices were alarmingly clear.
Sun Hu yelled, "You think I’m giving you face? I’m giving you face! You’re asking for trouble! You really think you’re something special? You little bastard, I’ll kick you to death!"
With every insult, Sun Hu delivered a brutal kick to Ke Wenjie, targeting areas that wouldn’t show visible bruises. After all, he had done this enough times to know how to inflict pain without leaving marks.
Ke Wenjie cried out in agony as Sun Hu continued to kick and berate him. "Look at you, Xiao Si Yan! I’ve given you enough respect, haven’t I? Damn it, what’s your face worth? How dare you negotiate with me over the phone! You’re signing this deal today, whether you like it or not! Otherwise, I’ll toss you into the sea to feed the sharks!"
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