75: Chapter 75 Successful Bargaining

"80!" Zhao Jian bargained decisively.

The other side asked for an astronomical price, and he countered with a grounded offer.

Fair enough.

However, he felt it wouldn't be easy to take everything for just 80 yuan.

There would definitely be some back-and-forth.

While making the offer, Zhao Jian didn't stop walking.

He bet the other party would take the initiative to stop him.

Even if he lost the bet, as long as the other party responded,

he could take the opportunity to turn around and walk back.

That way, it wouldn't be awkward.

"Take it away!" Huang Guangmin agreed.

It was unexpected, but within reason.

The styles of these items weren't popular, and most were in tatters.

One cabinet was even severely warped and basically falling apart.

Even in a second-hand market, it would need major repairs to be sold.

The cost of major repairs wasn't much different from making a new one.

Selling it to Zhao Jian also saved on shipping costs.

Suppressing his excitement, Zhao Jian transferred the money and then, with the help of Huang Guangmin's relatives, loaded the furniture onto the vehicle.

It wasn't until he personally loaded the rosewood chair onto the tractor that Zhao Jian felt relieved.

It's done!

The 270,000 was basically in hand!

In the distance, he saw a small truck wobbling in this direction.

There was a cabinet on the truck.

The cabinet wasn't new; it looked like second-hand goods.

A fellow trader?

But they were late!

Zhao Jian gave a greeting and told Cook to drive back.

As they passed the small truck, the driver on the other side frowned and glanced at the tractor several times.

Could this small truck have come prepared?

Zhao Jian looked back and saw the truck stop in front of Huang Guangmin's house.

The driver got out and said something to them.

Then, from a distance, he saw Huang Guangmin pointing over.

He didn't need to guess to know they were pointing at him.

The truck driver then got in, turned around, and chased after them.

But unexpectedly, Huang Guangmin and his relatives didn't seem to have any particular reaction.

Inferring from this, the truck driver was also looking for a bargain.

And he hadn't revealed the news that the chair was valuable.

This made things easier.

The tractor was very slow; even in a race with a bicycle, it would be left in the dust.

It was quickly caught up with.

The small truck honked and blocked the way in front, forcing them to stop.

After getting out, the driver pointed fiercely at the furniture on the tractor: "Unload it for me! Hurry up!"

Cook didn't know what was going on and didn't dare cause trouble.

He looked back at Zhao Jian.

Zhao Jian was also looking back.

He was checking to see if Huang Guangmin was chasing behind.

No one.

He got out of the vehicle.

The truck driver was about the same age as Zhao Jian.

He was very thin, but with dark skin.

His eyes held a hint of ferocity.

Soon, his fierce gaze turned into total confusion.

Because Zhao Jian swung his arm and slapped him right across the mouth.

"Get lost! What kind of trash dares to block my vehicle!"

Zhao Jian spoke in his hometown dialect.

It wasn't far from Xiong City.

In the past, his hometown was very chaotic and its reputation was known far and wide.

Even now, its reputation wasn't good.

The truck driver was also from the area and could recognize the accent.

His eyes shrank back a bit in fear.

He held his face and tried to reason: "What's on your truck is my goods. It's not right to rob me openly, is it?"

Yours? Does it have your name on it?

Before Zhao Jian could speak, the driver explained the whole story.

Back when Old Black Huang was alive, he had his eye on that Huanghuali chair.

He had agreed with the old man on 200 yuan for all the furniture in the house.

He was supposed to come and collect it in a few days.

He had intended to wait a few days to avoid appearing too eager and raising suspicion.

Who would have thought that in just a few days, everything would change.

Old Black Huang passed away and a funeral was held; he couldn't talk business at a funeral feast.

He finally waited for the funeral to end, only to arrive late!

It was like having a crush on a woman, preparing flowers and a ring, and finally having everything ready except for the confession.

Then, hey, she gets won over by some punk after a couple of compliments.

He felt bitter resentment in his heart!

"Although I can't truly feel what you're feeling, I do sympathize with you."

Zhao Jian was a kind-hearted person.

He couldn't stand to see an honest person suffer.

"Then can you return the chair to me?" The driver seemed to see a sliver of hope.

"What kind of nonsense is that? That's my chair. Of course I can't give it to you."

After saying that, he told Cook to steer and go around the small truck in front.

He intended to leave.

Lest he look at the unlucky fellow too much and catch his bad luck.

The driver got anxious; he had finally encountered such a huge bargain!

The money earned would be enough for him to live comfortably for a year.

Of course, he wasn't willing to give up.

He quickly shouted: "That's mine! I found it first, and I reserved it first!"

"Don't you follow the rules?"

You can't only talk about rules when you're the one losing out.

Zhao Jian got onto the tractor and said loudly at the same time:

"When you discovered it, it belonged to Old Black Huang; it had nothing to do with you.

Did you pay a deposit when you reserved it? Did you get it in writing? No, then that's not called 'reserved'. As for me, I paid cold hard cash, and they sold it to me."

"My transaction is protected by law, so it belongs to me. That's what you call rules!"

As he spoke, the tractor moved further and further away.

The exasperated driver didn't dare to stop them by force, fearing a beating.

And he truly couldn't produce any evidence.

Even the so-called rules,

he had never followed them himself.

He was just trying to use them to pressure Zhao Jian.

However, watching the tractor get further away, he still shouted unwillingly:

"You just wait! Since you broke the rules, I'll make sure you can't survive in this circle!"

Zhao Jian heard it.

He ignored it.

He didn't belong to any circle, nor did he depend on any circle for his living.

Threatening him was useless.

The tractor couldn't enter the city, so Zhao Jian moved the chair off and ordered a moving company to transport it.

The other furniture was given to Cook.

The Hainan Huanghuali chair could just be sold directly to the second-hand market.

It would be very easy to sell.

They just haggled over the price for a long time; it wasn't until after noon that the shop owner reluctantly accepted the price of 270,000.

Actually, 270,000 still left a large profit margin.

It was just that since they were free anyway, any hundred yuan they could knock off the price was pure profit.

So naturally, they wouldn't give in easily.

After getting the money, Zhao Jian didn't stay long at the second-hand market.

He was hungry.

He found a beef hotpot restaurant, ordered his favorite dishes, and sent a photo to Zhang Tao.

And sent a message: "Oh, the hotpot is so delicious."

Zhang Tao hadn't finished work yet.

Receiving the message, she stared at her phone and smiled gently.

She zoomed in on the picture.

Checking what he was eating, she happened to see a bottle of Coke on a nearby table.

She replied: "Then do you have any Coke to drink?"

Zhao Jian's intention was just to share.

He was caught a bit off guard by the sudden concern.

After pausing for a moment, he replied: "I have you, and you're sweeter than Coke."

After reading it, Zhang Tao wished she could leave work immediately.

Unfortunately, Mr. Li had been getting busier lately and was giving her more tasks than before.

It was hard to take time off.

She could only look forward to being all lovey-dovey with Zhao Jian after work.

After eating his fill, Zhao Jian didn't linger outside.

As a shut-in, he rarely went shopping except for necessary outings.

Especially since he earned money based on intelligence every day, it further drained his already limited enthusiasm for going out.

Now he just wanted to go home and rest.

But halfway there, he received a call from Aunt Liu.

"Boss Zhao, come quickly! That Old Black Huang and Shrimp Skin who caused trouble before are making a mess here."

Isn't Old Black Huang dead?

Zhao Jian broke out in a cold sweat listening to this—was it a dead man coming back to life, or just someone with the same name?