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

Landlord Wang was rendered speechless, his lips trembling as he stammered, "But...but that luxurious renovation..."

"Don't mention that lousy renovation to me." Qin Lang interrupted him directly, his face full of disdain.

"Those big red pillars and crystal chandeliers are hideous. If Brother Lin takes over, he'll have to tear them down and rebuild them from scratch."

"I'll make you pay for the demolition fee, the removal fee, and the formaldehyde removal fee as well."

"In Brother Lin's eyes, that renovation was just a pile of garbage that needed to be cleaned up!"

Qin Lang took a step closer, lowered his voice, and said, word by word:

"Old Wang, let's be frank. I know you made a down payment of four million when you bought the shop and borrowed eight million from the bank."

"Over the past few years, most of the loan payments you've made each month have been interest; you haven't paid off much of the principal at all."

"Your current loan balance at the bank is around 7.5 million, right?"

Upon hearing Qin Lang's extremely precise recounting of his loan details, cold sweat poured down Wang's forehead.

His cards had been completely exposed, and he felt like a person who had been stripped naked and thrown into the snow, with nowhere to hide.

He had completely lost his bargaining chips.

"I'll give you eight million in full."

Qin Lang's voice was completely flat, as if he were delivering a final verdict:

"This money will be just enough for you to pay off your bank loan, and you'll still have a few hundred thousand in cash on hand."

"With this 500,000 yuan, at least you won't be blacklisted for dishonesty, won't become a defaulter, won't be unable to take the high-speed rail, and you can still keep a house for your wife and children to live a stable life."

Qin Lang pointed to the empty street, his tone turning extremely cold:

"If you don't sell today..."

"Then just wait for the loan to default, and the bank to seize and auction it off. With a record of selling toxic hotpot, you know how this shop fares at auction—at most six million. At that point, not only will you not get a single penny, but you'll also owe the bank over a million!"

"Old Wang, it's your choice: take the 500,000 and walk away unscathed, or jump off a building with a million in debt. You choose."

The cruel accounting laid bare the final path to life and death for Wang, the landlord.

Landlord Wang leaned against the wall, panting heavily, like a fish out of breath.

He sold a shop worth over ten million for eight million, and all his hard work over the years, including the four million down payment he made back then, vanished into thin air.

It's like he worked for the bank for free for several years, only to end up with a meager scrap of 500,000 yuan.

His heart ached as if it were bleeding, and the intense resentment and humiliation almost tore him apart.

But he had no way out. If he didn't sell to Lin Fan, he wouldn't even be able to keep his last 500,000 yuan.

A full five minutes passed.

Those five minutes felt like an eternity to Wang, the landlord.

He seemed to have aged ten years in an instant; his once straight back hunched over, and the shrewdness and calculation on his face vanished, leaving only a deathly ashes.

He slowly raised his head, looked at Qin Lang, and his voice was hoarse, as if it had been sanded on sandpaper:

"Okay... eight million... I'll sell."

Upon hearing this, Qin Lang's lips finally curled into a satisfied, cold smile.

He took out his phone and dialed the number of the head of his company's legal department.

"Hey, Lao Zhang. Bring the template of the shop property transfer contract and the company seal, and come to Lin's Shop on Phoenix Golden Street."

"Yes, come over right now to process a property purchase agreement for a shop."

After hanging up the phone, Qin Lang looked at the landlord, Wang, who was slumped against the wall, and slightly raised his chin:

"Let's go inside and wait. The lawyer will be here soon. Once the contract is signed, eight million will be transferred to your account immediately."

Landlord Wang nodded blankly and followed Qin Lang into the shop.

Behind the bar.

Lin Fan remained seated, holding his water glass, his expression calm, as if everything happening outside had nothing to do with him.

Qin Lang walked over, gave an "OK" sign, and lowered his voice, his tone revealing barely concealed excitement:

"Brother Lin, it's all settled. Eight million, and the property rights will be transferred directly to your name. This is a steal!"

Lin Fan put down his water glass and nodded slightly.

Half an hour later.

Two lawyers in sharp suits walked briskly into the store carrying briefcases.

The laptop was turned on, and the portable printer was connected. A meticulously prepared "Shop Property Transfer Agreement" was quickly printed out and placed on the table.

Looking at the words "eight million yuan" on the contract, Wang, the landlord, trembled so much that he could barely hold the pen.

But he gritted his teeth, signed his name, and pressed his red fingerprint.

Lin Fan picked up the contract, glanced at it, and signed it after confirming that everything was correct.

Then, Lin Fan took out his phone and entered the bank card number provided by Wang, the landlord.

"bite."

Less than a minute later, Wang, the landlord, received a text message on his phone confirming that funds had been deposited into his account.

Looking at the extra eight million yuan balance on the screen, Wang, the landlord, felt no joy, but rather an urge to cry.

He placed the various property certificates and the heavy bunch of shop keys on the table and stood up.

"Master Lin, Young Master Qin, the shop is yours now. I'll go to the housing administration bureau first thing tomorrow morning to assist with the transfer of ownership."

Landlord Wang bowed deeply, as if he had aged considerably in an instant. He turned and pushed open the door, then left with faltering steps.

Lin Fan picked up the heavy bunch of keys on the table.

From this moment forward, this two-story shop, with a total area of ​​300 square meters, along with the land beneath its feet, completely belongs to him.

"Brother Lin, congratulations! Now the scale has increased." Qin Lang dismissed the legal representative, sat back in his chair, and said with a grin.

Lin Fan placed the heavy bunch of keys on the cashier's counter, poured two glasses of warm water, and pushed one of them to Qin Lang.

"Thank you so much, Young Master Qin. You've been running around all day, helping me get the price down and even covering the full payment of eight million for me." Lin Fan said earnestly.

Although his cash flow has increased rapidly recently, it's still only a little over two million, which isn't enough to buy the shop outright.

If Qin Lang hadn't directly instructed the finance department to make the payment, Landlord Wang would never have signed the buyout contract so readily.

"Hey, Brother Lin, why are you being so formal with me?" Qin Lang picked up his water glass, took a sip, and waved his hand dismissively.

"That eight million would just sit in my account gathering dust. Do you think I don't know how fast your shop can make money? This is a quality investment. Besides, you feed me every day, isn't it only right that I put in some effort?"

Lin Fan didn't follow up with his polite words, and said directly:

"Even close brothers should keep clear accounts. I'll transfer the money back to you in one lump sum once I've saved enough."

Qin Lang understood Lin Fan's temperament and knew that he disliked owing favors to others, so he nodded and agreed.

"Fine, I'll do as you say. Just give me back the principal, but if you dare to offer interest, that's a slap in my face."

Qin Lang put down his water glass, turned to look in the direction of the three-story building next door, and his expression became excited: