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

"Alright, stop swearing. I'm not buying it."

Qin Lang interrupted him, then changed the subject, speaking slowly:

"However, I pleaded with him inside, almost wearing my lips out, and Brother Lin finally relented a bit."

Landlord Wang's eyes suddenly lit up, his deadened hope rekindled: "He's given in? Master Lin has agreed to rent it?"

"I won't rent it." Qin Lang shook his head.

"Wh...what?"

The landlord's ecstatic joy froze instantly; for a moment, he even wondered if there was something wrong with his ears.

"Young Master Qin...didn't you just say that Master Lin had given up?"

Landlord Wang's voice began to tremble, and the flame of hope in his eyes was extinguished by this bucket of cold water.

"The price has been lowered, but who told you that just because it's lowered doesn't mean you have to rent it?"

Qin Lang had his hands in his pockets, a mocking sneer playing on his lips:

"I was practically begging you inside, I told you that even though your shop has a bad reputation, it's big and in a good location, so using it as a branch is a good use of your resources."

"Who is Brother Lin? He's the kind of person who can't tolerate even the slightest injustice!"

Qin Lang took a step closer, his tone becoming extremely sharp:

"Brother Lin said you're fickle and opportunistic. Today you're willing to kick him aside and rent to Zhang Dawei for a few tens of thousands of yuan in transfer fees. Tomorrow, if the Lin family's shop becomes a hit, you'll definitely be envious."

"If you then find all sorts of excuses to raise the rent, revise the contract, or even come to the store every few days to cause trouble and demand shares, aren't you just asking for trouble?"

Hearing this, the landlord broke out in a cold sweat, his legs went weak, and he slumped against the door frame.

Qin Lang's words were piercing, each sentence precisely striking at the most hidden dark side of his heart.

He admitted that if Lin Fan really rented the shop and made it a success, he would definitely try to get a share of the profits when the contract was about to expire; that's just a businessman's nature.

But he never expected that Lin Fan would see through his thoughts to this extent! He was even willing to give up such tempting conditions rather than take this risk!

"Young Master Qin! I'm innocent! I, Old Wang, swear to God, I would never do something as unethical as having a son without an anus!"

Landlord Wang was so anxious he was almost in tears; he was truly at his wit's end.

Zhang Dawei, that bastard, went to jail, and his shop was sealed off. He has to pay tens of thousands of yuan in bank loan interest every month.

His son's studies abroad are expensive, and he's almost run out of money. He relies on this shop to make a living every month. If the shop is empty for three months, his cash flow will completely break down. When the bank forecloses on the property, he will not only lose everything but also be burdened with huge debts, becoming a deadbeat that everyone hates!

"Please talk to Master Lin for me. I'll write it out in the contract! I'll even set the penalty for breach of contract at 100 million! As long as he agrees to rent, the first six months... no! The first year will be rent-free! I won't take a single penny, just consider it making friends!"

To save this "golden goose" and avoid bankruptcy, Landlord Wang has completely abandoned all dignity and is practically begging.

however.

Faced with landlord Wang's offer, which would have tempted anyone, Qin Lang simply shook his head coldly.

"Old Wang, you still don't understand what I mean."

Qin Lang reached out and patted Wang, the landlord's shoulder, which was already soaked with cold sweat:

"Brother Lin's meaning is very clear. Renting your house would pose too many risks. He finds it troublesome and doesn't want to have any disputes with you later."

"Therefore, renting is absolutely out of the question."

"However, if you're willing to sell, Brother Lin can consider buying the property outright."

"Sell?!"

Landlord Wang stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning.

He never intended to sell the shop!

This is the prime shop on Phoenix Golden Street, situated in the golden triangle area at the crossroads.

He had to pull a lot of strings and spend a lot of money to snatch it up.

Although land prices in Jin Street haven't risen much in recent years, this shop is like a stable cash cow. As long as it's rented out, the rent alone will bring in a huge sum of money every year, enough for his whole family to live an extremely comfortable and extravagant life.

Sell ​​it? That's like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs!

"Young Master Qin... I... I don't intend to sell this shop..." Landlord Wang stammered, his eyes full of resistance.

"Not for sale?"

Qin Lang sneered, shrugged, and put on an indifferent expression: "Fine, then I won't see you off. Forced relationships are never sweet."

He turned around, his hand already on the handle of the glass door:

"Keep this golden goose and wait for the bank to come and foreclose on the property."

"If it fails to sell twice, look at this run-down shop tainted with the bad luck of being a 'poisonous hot pot restaurant,' how much will it still be worth?"

"Wait, wait, wait! Young Master Qin, please!"

Landlord Wang was terrified and grabbed Qin Lang's arm tightly.

Qin Lang's words were like a sharp knife, piercing his last illusion.

Yes, it's a judicial auction.

Once a judicial auction begins, the starting price will be extremely low, and the process is lengthy.

During this process, the bank's interest continues to accrue daily.

He simply can't wait!

Cutting your losses is better than going bankrupt and becoming a defaulter.

Selling the shop will at least help fill the hole in the bank's hole, and maybe even leave some money for retirement.

Landlord Wang gritted his teeth, his heart bleeding.

"I'll sell...I'll sell!"

He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant; his once straight back hunched over, and as he looked at Qin Lang, his eyes held a last glimmer of hope.

"Master Lin... how much are you planning to offer to buy it?"

Qin Lang turned around, looked at him, and slowly held up two fingers:

"One price. Eight million. Outright purchase."

"How many?!"

Upon hearing this, Landlord Wang's eyes widened, and his voice cracked:

"Eight million?! Young Master Qin, are you kidding me?!"

He waved his arms excitedly: "I bought this shop back then for a whopping twelve million! You know how much land prices in the commercial street have risen in recent years; this shop is now worth at least fifteen million!"

"Eight million... This isn't buying a shop, it's cutting my flesh with a knife!"

Landlord Wang's eyes reddened, and he shook his head repeatedly, "No, absolutely not! This price is outrageous; I can't even pay off my bank loan!"

Qin Lang had anticipated his strong reaction. He put his hands in his pockets and looked at Wang the landlord with a cold gaze.

"Fifteen million? That was the price back then."

Qin Lang mercilessly shattered his fantasy: "Go out into the street and shout it out. See if anyone's willing to spend 15 million to buy a shady restaurant that was just shut down by the Food and Drug Administration and whose owner was arrested for using toxic hot pot broth?"

"It's like buying a used house where someone just died; do you expect it to sell for the market price of a house in a good school district?"