456: Chapter 451 Name Your Price

Blue Bay Golf Course.

The grass was lush green and meticulously manicured.

The air was filled with a mixture of grass and soil, carrying the characteristic salty humidity of T City.

Shen Yan sat under a rest umbrella at the first tee area, an iced water placed before him.

Water droplets slid down the side of the glass, leaving a wet ring on the dark tabletop.

He didn't play golf.

But he knew that people like Wang Haidong liked to talk business in places like this.

It was open enough, yet private enough.

His phone vibrated.

It was a message from his assistant, Ah K.

“Boss, Wang Haidong has arrived. He'll be here in five minutes.”

Shen Yan replied with a simple “Mn” and put his phone away.

In the distance, a man in a white polo shirt was finishing a putt.

He was slightly pudgy with thinning hair—exactly like the Wang Haidong in the files.

He seemed to have missed a shot, irritably tapping the ground with his club before walking toward the rest area under the caddy's guidance.

Wang Haidong's steps were heavy, and his face bore a lingering trace of fatigue and anxiety.

He spotted Shen Yan sitting under the umbrella at once.

Too young.

And his temperament didn't seem like that of a local businessman from T City.

Wang Haidong muttered to himself but still walked over and sat down across from Shen Yan.

“You're Mr. Shen?”

His tone carried a hint of scrutiny.

“President Wang.”

Shen Yan nodded, acknowledging him.

There were no unnecessary pleasantries.

Wang Haidong beckoned a waiter and ordered a bottle of chilled soda water.

He twisted off the cap and took a large gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

“Mr. Shen isn't from T City, is he?”

“Judging by your accent, you seem to be from Jingzhou.”

“Mn.”

Shen Yan didn't deny it.

Wang Haidong's brow furrowed deeper.

“That's strange.”

“This house of mine was listed privately. I only entrusted a few trustworthy local friends.”

“Through what channel did Mr. Shen find out about it?”

This was a probe.

It was also the instinctive defensiveness of an insider toward a stranger intruding on their circle.

Shen Yan picked up his glass and took a sip.

“Manager Li from Ruixin Capital mentioned it to me.”

“He said President Wang has been a bit short on cash lately and is disposing of some high-quality assets.”

“I've always been interested in that property at Binjiang No. 1.”

Ruixin Capital.

Wang Haidong's gaze changed instantly.

That was a top-tier private investment firm in the country, with an intimidatingly high threshold.

He had indeed approached Ruixin for financing before and had shared a few meals with that Manager Li.

However, his small scale hadn't been enough to catch their eye.

So it was that connection.

Most of the wariness in Wang Haidong's heart dissipated.

To be able to talk to someone from Ruixin and mention it so casually, the strength of this young man before him was likely unfathomable.

“So you're Manager Li's friend. Then we're on the same side.”

A trace of a smile squeezed onto Wang Haidong's face.

“I won't hide it from Mr. Shen, business has indeed been hard to do lately.”

“Once those overseas lines were cut, my capital chain just snapped.”

“I had no choice but to part with my treasure.”

He sighed, looking at the distant golf course.

“I designed that house at Binjiang No. 1 myself back then.”

“From material selection to decoration, it took two full years of hard work.”

“Standing on that terrace, you can see the best ocean view in all of T City.”

“Watching the sunrise in the morning and the fishing lights at night... the feng shui was also checked by a master; it gathers wealth.”

His words were thick with reluctance.

Shen Yan listened quietly without interrupting.

He could see that Wang Haidong had an emotional attachment to the house.

But that had nothing to do with him.

What he wanted was the house, and the things inside it.

“President Wang, name a price.”

Shen Yan interrupted his sentimentality.

Direct and concise.

Wang Haidong froze for a moment, then gave a bitter smile.

True, talking about feelings with someone like this was too pretentious.

He held up five fingers.

“Fifty million.”

“The market price is about seventy-five million. This price of mine is very sincere.”

Shen Yan looked at him without speaking.

The air seemed to freeze.

Wang Haidong felt a bit unnerved by his gaze.

He knew this price was still high; he just wanted to make one last push for it.

“If Mr. Shen feels...”

“Forty-five million.”

Shen Yan stated a figure.

“Full payment. We can sign the contract today, and the funds will arrive tomorrow.”

Wang Haidong's breathing hitched for a second.

This price was even lower than his absolute bottom line.

But the words “funds will arrive tomorrow” were like a heavy sledgehammer slamming into his heart.

What he lacked most right now was time.

The Bank's collection calls were getting more urgent by the day.

The suppliers' side was also becoming impossible to suppress.

“Mr. Shen... isn't this price a bit too...”

“President Wang.”

Shen Yan's tone was very flat.

“There is more than one real estate Agent in T City.”

“How long this house has been on the market, how many people have come to see it, and how many have actually made an offer...”

“I think you know very well in your heart.”

“People in urgent need of money have no right to haggle.”

Every sentence was like a needle, precisely pricking Wang Haidong's most painful spots.

His face turned red and then white.

It was true.

Those who came to see the house were either purely curious or looking to snag an unbelievable bargain, each offer more ridiculous than the last.

Shen Yan was the first one to sit here and talk seriously about a price while bringing real gold and silver.

And the only one.

Wang Haidong lost his spirit, his whole body slumping back against the chair.

“Fine.”

He squeezed out a word through his teeth.

“Forty-five million it is.”

“When do we sign the contract?”

Shen Yan picked up his phone and checked the time.

“Now.”

The deal was done.

Wang Haidong looked as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

He picked up the bottle of soda water and took another large gulp, his eyes reddening slightly.

“Mr. Shen, you are young and promising. Having this house in your hands in the future can be considered its proper place.”

“Unlike me, working hard for half my life, only for it to come to nothing in the end.”

He began to ramble, as if speaking to Shen Yan, yet also as if talking to himself.

“Do you know? That shipment of mine was the highest purity rare earth ore. As long as it could reach the Port of Rotterdam and be delivered, I could have filled all my holes and made a fortune!”

“But it just had to get stuck there!”

“That new supervisor at the Port of Rotterdam, called Van der Sar or something, is a total bastard!”

“He's completely unreasonable, refusing to give me customs clearance no matter what.”

“Saying there's a problem with my documents. What the hell could be wrong with my documents? I've used that route for over ten years!”

“My old partner retired last month, and they replaced him with this thing. It's practically killing me!”

“No matter how many connections I looked for or how much money I sent, it was useless!”

“That grandson is like a rock in a latrine—stinky and stubborn!”

Shen Yan had originally intended to just listen while waiting for his assistant to bring the contract.

However, at this very moment.

A cold, mechanical voice sounded in his mind.

【Ding!】