After the divorce, he took care of his child and sold fried rice; his ex-wife was filled with regret

These words, like peeling away skin and tendons, laid bare the cruel logic of business on the table.

Landlord Wang's legs went weak, and he slumped against the door frame.

His prized asset turned out to be worthless after Qin Lang's analysis.

He didn't even have the confidence to refute it.

If he doesn't rent to Lin Fan, he really will go bankrupt and wait for the bank to forcibly take over the house. At that time, he will not only lose everything, but also become a defaulter with restricted consumption.

Landlord Wang looked like a deflated balloon; her once-protruding belly had shrunk.

He turned his head and looked at Lin Fan, who was sitting behind the bar, leisurely drinking water. His eyes no longer held the previous scheming, but only deep fear and pleading.

"Master Lin... I beg you..." Landlord Wang's voice was hoarse and trembling with sobs.

Qin Lang stood aside, watching Wang the landlord's expression, and knew that the time was almost right.

The fat man's psychological defenses have been completely shattered, and he won't resist no matter how you knead or shape him.

Qin Lang stepped forward and patted Wang, the landlord, on the shoulder, which was already soaked with cold sweat.

"Never mind." Qin Lang pouted, looking helpless.

"Since we've known each other, I'll go in and ask for you. But I can't guarantee it will work out. You just saw my brother Lin's temper; he won't tolerate any nonsense."

"Thank you! Thank you, Young Master Qin!"

Landlord Wang seemed to have grasped at the last straw, nodding repeatedly and looking at Qin Lang expectantly.

Qin Lang ignored him, turned around, pushed open the shop door and went inside, closing the glass door tightly behind him.

Once the shop door is closed, the heat and noise outside are shut out.

The cold arrogance and impatience on Qin Lang's face vanished instantly, replaced by a grinning expression.

He walked straight to the bar, pulled out the chair opposite Lin Fan, plopped down, and took a clean glass to pour himself some water.

"Brother Lin, what do you think of that shop?" Qin Lang asked in a low voice, his eyebrows dancing with excitement.

Lin Fan put down her water glass, looked up at him, and smiled: "What else can I say? How did you know what I was thinking?"

Just now outside, Qin Lang's actions, which involved both offense and defense, seemed to have been rehearsed with Lin Fan beforehand.

Qin Lang chuckled and took a sip of water to moisten his throat:

"Sigh, knowing your personality, Brother Lin, if you really didn't want that shop, you would have kicked him out long ago. Why would you let him stand at the door rambling on for so long and listen to his demands?"

"The fact that you didn't kick him out directly means you've got your eye on that shop. It's just that you think this fat guy is too cunning and don't want to follow his methods."

Lin Fan neither agreed nor disagreed, but simply nodded slightly.

Qin Lang put down his water glass, leaned forward, and his expression became serious:

"Brother Lin, to be honest, this shop is in a really good location on this street. It's in the golden triangle area of ​​the intersection, with a wide display frontage. Plus, it's 300 square meters across two floors. With your current shop, if you knock down the wall in the middle, the area is large enough and the layout is easy to plan."

"However, renting his house will definitely cause problems later."

Qin Lang tapped a finger on the table and analyzed:

"I've seen plenty of people like Fatty Wang; he's the type who's all about profit and no principle. Even if you manage to lower the rent as much as possible now and write the contract very carefully, you're still bound to get into trouble later."

"Once you've made this big shop a huge success, with luxury cars parked outside every day and revenue flowing in like crazy, he'll be envious and will definitely find all sorts of excuses to harass you. Today he'll say the water pipes are leaking and need repairs, tomorrow he'll say the fire safety isn't up to standard and needs rectification, and he might even try to force you to sign a new contract with a rent increase when the contract expires. It's impossible to guard against."

Lin Fan agreed with Qin Lang's view. This was precisely why he hadn't agreed to the landlord Wang's rental terms.

"So what you mean is?" Lin Fan asked.

"Buy it." Qin Lang's eyes sharpened as he uttered three words.

"With your current earning power, Brother Lin, taking over this shop is no problem at all. If you don't have enough cash flow, I can lend you some at any time."

Qin Lang continued his analysis: "This fat guy's cash flow is completely cut off now. Zhang Dawei's hot pot restaurant was shut down by the Food and Drug Administration, and the shop has been tainted by the bad luck of being a black market business. No one will dare to rent it out anytime soon. His monthly mortgage interest alone will drive him to suicide."

"He's like a cat on a hot tin roof right now, desperately needing a large sum of money to settle his bank accounts. If we buy it with cash now, we'll have absolute control and can drive the price down to the lowest possible level!"

Lin Fan gently rubbed his fingers along the rim of the water glass twice.

Buying out the property rights is indeed a way to solve the problem once and for all.

With my own shop, I can renovate it however I want without having to worry about any landlord.

"Okay." Lin Fan nodded, looking at Qin Lang, "Go and talk to him."

"Okay! Leave it to me!"

Qin Lang, having received approval, stood up excitedly. He was an expert at this kind of opportunistic and exploitative business negotiation.

Outside the shop at this moment.

Landlord Wang paced back and forth anxiously. The sun overhead was scorching, and his light blue shirt was completely soaked, clinging tightly to his back.

He would stop every now and then, bringing his face close to the glass door, trying to see the expressions on the faces of the two people inside as they talked.

But he could only see Qin Lang and Lin Fan sitting at the bar talking; the glass was too soundproof, and he couldn't hear what they were saying at all.

Landlord Wang was so anxious that he kept rubbing his hands together, his heart pounding with worry.

He was afraid that Lin Fan was really determined not to give up the shop, and then he would have to face a barrage of phone calls from the bank's debt collection department tomorrow.

Just as the landlord was about to smash the door in a panic.

"Click".

The glass door was pushed open.

Qin Lang came out and closed the door behind him.

Landlord Wang immediately went to greet him, asking nervously:

"Young Master Qin, how's it going? Did Master Lin agree? If a 30% discount isn't possible, the first six months rent-free would be fine too!"

Qin Lang didn't look at him. Instead, he stopped, sighed heavily, frowned, and looked very unwell.

Seeing Qin Lang's expression, Wang Fangdong's heart sank to the bottom, his legs went weak, and he almost lost his balance.

"Master Lin... is he still unwilling to take over?" Landlord Wang's voice trembled.

Qin Lang shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of reproach:

"Old Wang, what can I say to you? Don't you know how bad your shop's reputation is now? Brother Lin runs a high-end restaurant, and he thinks your place is unlucky. Besides..."

Qin Lang glanced at him: "Brother Lin said he doesn't trust your character. If he rents your place, and your business gets better, you'll get jealous and cause trouble, leading to too much trouble and disputes."

Landlord Wang was so anxious he was almost in tears, repeatedly waving his hands and swearing:

"Absolutely not! Young Master Qin, I guarantee you with my integrity, I, Old Wang, am definitely not that kind of person! I can write it out in the contract, and the penalty for breach of contract is a hundred million! As long as Master Lin is willing to rent it, please save me this time!"