My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Chapter 59: Master Negotiator_1

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Who is Druke?

As Bu Zefu from the same company well knew, Druke was his predecessor as the representative in Huaxia. He later got arrested in Huaxia, was deported, and is still in prison now.

It was said that the evidence from the Huaxia authorities was very clear, and their attitude was extremely firm, so even though Huaxia media joined forces with Shangyi Group, which has a strong background locally, they still couldn’t get him out.

Very few people knew about this, and he wondered how this guy came to know.

“Mr. Ye Xiong, I don’t know any Mr. Brook, and he’s definitely not a friend of mine. Could you be mistaken?” Bu Zefu said, his tone harsh yet with an undertone of fear.

“If you don’t know him, then you may leave. I wish you a smooth journey,”

Ye Xiong waved his hand and revealed a cold smirk, “I hope you don’t get caught like Druke did at the moment of boarding.”

Bu Zefu stumbled, nearly falling to the ground.

What was this guy, knowing even about Druke being caught right before boarding? How was that possible?

After all, the number of people who knew about it was very limited. How did this guy come to know?

Could it be that he was related to the arrest of Druke?

“Come on, come on, if you don’t hurry, you’ll miss your flight,” Ye Xiong urged him while pulling out his phone, looking like he was about to make a call.

The more Ye Xiong acted this way, the more uneasy Bu Zefu became.

Leaving or staying, he was pacing back and forth, unsure of what to do.

Yang Xinyi had seen through it early on. Bu Zefu clearly didn’t really want to cooperate. After being exposed by Ye Xiong, he should have hurried to leave, but now why didn’t he dare to leave?

“Well… Mr. Ye Xiong, how about we talk, just the two of us?” Bu Zefu thought for a while and finally decided he couldn’t take the risk.

“Okay, no problem.”

Having said that, Ye Xiong turned to Yang Xinyi and said, “President Yang, could you please step out for a moment? I need to discuss the details of the order with Mr. Bu Zefu.”

You discuss an order my foot, not even knowing the prices of your own company’s products, how are you going to talk about it?

Nevertheless, Yang Xinyi stood up and left the office.

After waiting outside for half an hour, Ye Xiong came out and said with a smile, “President Yang, you should give me a big red envelope. I just helped you close a deal worth ten million.”

“What, ten million?” Yang Xinyi was startled.

Ye Xiong couldn’t have lost his mind. Bu Zefu was clearly a scammer, and doing business with him was nothing but courting death, wasn’t it?

“Here’s the contract. Take a look, President Yang. If there are no objections, please sign it,” Ye Xiong handed over a contract.

A complete contract was already prepared? Let’s see what kind of order you’ve managed to secure.

Yang Xinyi took it, and after a moment, she was completely stunned.

“Order: Copper Flashlight, price: 120 Huaxia Coins each… Total order amount: eleven million, to be paid in four instalments, each instalment around two and a half million… The buyer must pay the full order amount to the seller, and production begins from the date of payment.”

The price was outrageously high, and the contract was all over the place.

Especially the deposit part – which foreign company pays in full before production nowadays? Foreign companies tend to be very arrogant, considering it good enough if they don’t insist on payment upon delivery.

This contract was pure chaos.

“Pay in full before production, am I seeing this right?” Yang Xinyi looked at Bu Zefu questioningly.

“Yes… This is what Mr. Ye Xiong and I discussed,” Bu Zefu swallowed nervously, his voice strained.

This was outright blackmail, not a contract; Bu Zefu had no choice but to agree to Ye Xiong’s demands in order to avoid jail.

“Isn’t it clearly written on the contract? Mr. Bu Zefu has already signed it,” Ye Xiong said, showing signs of impatience. “Hurry up and sign it. After signing the contract, Mr. Bu Zefu still has to transfer the first instalment.”

“Right now?” Yang Xinyi could hardly believe it.

However, reality was reality. After Yang Xinyi signed the contract, Bu Zefu immediately wired the first batch of funds, over two million. It was only after hearing this news from the finance department that Yang Xinyi dared to believe it was true.

Doing business with foreigners, getting the money first, then producing the goods — this was still a first for me.

“Mr. Bu Zefu, it’s been such a pleasure doing business with you,” Ye Xiong said, his voice as cheerful as someone who had just won a game of cards.

“Pleasure working with you, happy to collaborate,” Bu Zefu responded with a smile, as if he had spat out a fly.

Sadly, his smile was uglier than crying.

Two million Huaxia Coins, converted to Dollars, that was over four hundred thousand Dollars, and it was all provided upfront by himself!

But compared to a prison cell, spending four hundred thousand Dollars was worth it.

“Mr. Ye Xiong, I’ll be going now if there’s nothing else,” Bu Zefu said.

“Goodbye.”

Bu Zefu left the office, his two bodyguards in tow, slinking away in defeat.

He even forgot to take the contract on the desk with him, meaning he had just given away two million to Yang Xinyi for nothing.

Holding the contract in her hand, Yang Xinyi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.

This was the true definition of a ruffian.

And this was the epitome of a swindler.

In just half an hour, he had swindled someone out of two million, and the guy didn’t even get angry about it; this fellow was truly worthy of a second look.

“Two million, we split it evenly; just transfer it to my account,” Ye Xiong said with a smile, seeing the puzzled look on Yang Xinyi’s face. “Wife, don’t you suddenly find your husband incredibly charming?”

“Don’t flatter yourself; what you did is robbery through deceit, and it’s illegal,” Yang Xinyi was not fond of his methods, saying, “Don’t do it again next time. If you meet a swindler like Bu Zefu, you still have to call the police, or who knows how many others will get cheated.”

“Calling the police is no use without solid evidence; they won’t be able to catch him,” Ye Xiong shrugged his shoulders.

What he had done just now was bluff Bu Zefu; it was entirely a case of getting something for nothing, and it was only because of Bu Zefu’s own guilty conscience that he had been so easily frightened.

“Anyway, I don’t approve of you making money in this way,” Yang Xinyi still stood by her opinion.

“Wife, are you concerned about me?” Ye Xiong asked with a teasing giggle.

“I’m afraid you’ll end up in jail, and then there will be no one to watch over the company for me,” Yang Xinyi gave him a cold look.

Half an hour later, Ye Xiong’s account suddenly had an additional three million. Yang Xinyi not only hadn’t taken a single cent but had also transferred an extra one million to him, including the tens of thousands he had borrowed from Du Yuehua to buy gifts for his cousins.

Looking at the message on his account, Ye Xiong felt like a nouveau riche and didn’t know the best way to spend the money.

Suddenly, his eyes lit up.

In the afternoon, driving Yang Xinyi’s car that was worth over eight million, Ye Xiong languidly headed towards Mingyang International Hotel.

He had begged Yang Xinyi for a long time to drive this car and she had only consented with strict warnings not to misuse it.

Back at the hotel, it was just around noon. When Ye Xiong drove into the hotel, Wang Tong was dumbfounded.

“Brother Xiong, you’re too awesome – you even took President Yang’s reserved ride,” Wang Tong circled the black Porsche, clicking his tongue in admiration.

“It’s my wife’s car, so it’s mine,” Ye Xiong declared with a wave of his hand, “After work, Brother Xiong will take you to pick up girls.”

“Really?” Wang Tong’s eyes gleamed.

But soon, he shook his head, saying, “No, no, if Xiao Mei finds out, I’ll be in trouble. I got in deep the last time you got me into this, and it took me a long time to win her back. If she found out I went girl hunting with you, she’d never let me off the hook.”

“Cut it out!” Ye Xiong gave him a dismissive finger. “If you don’t tell and I don’t tell, who’s to know?”

“But…” Wang Tong hesitated.

“No ‘buts’. Let me tell you, park this eight million dollar car outside Jiangnan University, and all those eighteen to twenty-year-old students will practically throw themselves at you, it’s a guaranteed date every time.”

Whether Wang Tong liked it or not, Ye Xiong shoved him into the car and then drove off, full of purpose.