Everyone's been reborn, so who would bother finding a wife on their own?

Chapter 216 The Advantage Lies With Me

Chen Chong leaned back in his chair, his hands resting on the edge of the table, his fingers interlaced.

He glanced at Song Huan, then at the bank card, and took a deep breath.

"Eight hundred thousand."

Xiao Yunqing's fingers clenched the hem of her skirt under the table.

Eight hundred thousand? That's way too much!

Song Huan didn't move.

Chen Chong began to speak, his pace slow, as if he were reading a list.

"The shop is newly opened, and the entire renovation is brand new. The walls have been painted, the floors have been laid, the air conditioning has been installed, and even the toilets have been renovated. The computer parts are all cost-effective, not the kind that use old parts to make up the numbers. I personally supervised the assembly of every single graphics card, motherboard, and power supply."

He paused for a moment and looked at Song Huan.

"You can use it as soon as you go in; you don't need to add anything."

Chen Chong was very satisfied with what he had said.

The advantage lies with me!

Song Huan nodded without saying anything.

He picked up the Americano on the table, took a sip, and put it down.

"Brother Chen, everything you said is fine. But the location of your shop is a bit out of the way."

Chen Chong's lips twitched slightly.

"That street is usually deserted, especially at night. Your internet cafe relies on the nearby students and workers. Students don't walk that way after school, and workers don't pass by on their way home from work. Besides those out shopping, who would walk down that street? And besides, who's going to an internet cafe while out shopping?"

Hearing this, Chen Chong's lips twitched. He hadn't expected that Song Huan, a child, could understand such a simple truth, while he himself couldn't.

Song Huan's tone was flat, as if she were talking about something that had nothing to do with her, "And how long has this shop had the 'For Sale' sign up? Two months? Three months?"

Chen Chong remained silent.

"If no one answers after listing it for so long, what does that mean? It means that nobody thinks your price is worth it."

Xiao Yunqing sat beside him, not daring to breathe loudly.

She looked at Song Huan's profile.

He had no expression, just like when he was answering a question in class.

Chen Chong's fingers interlaced even more tightly.

"Then how much will you say?"

"Six hundred and fifty thousand."

Chen Chong shook his head. "Seven hundred thousand is the lowest I can get."

Song Huan leaned back in her chair and looked at him. "Brother Chen, it would be good if someone could take over your shop for 650,000 yuan. I'll have to go back and readjust the equipment, get the licenses, and hire people, all of which cost money. 650,000 yuan is the most I can offer."

Chen Chong fell silent.

He looked at the young man in front of him, who was wearing a down jacket. He was not very old, but he spoke eloquently.

He gritted his teeth, "Seven hundred thousand, not a penny less."

Song Huan looked at him for two seconds.

"Six hundred and fifty thousand is the limit I can afford."

He spoke with a steady expression, a steady tone, and a steady hand.

Xiao Yunqing watched from the side, her palms sweating.

She knew that Song Huan only had 450,000 yuan in his account, and he couldn't even come up with 650,000 yuan, let alone 700,000 yuan.

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something to help him.

"Your shop's location is a bit out of the way; 700,000 isn't really worth it..."

But as soon as she opened her mouth, Chen Chong turned to look at her, his brows furrowed.

"Shut up, you little girl, what do you know?"

Xiao Yunqing was stunned for a moment.

Then she closed her mouth, lowered her head, and looked at her hands resting on her knees, her fingers twisting the hem of her skirt.

Her thoughts drifted over from her side, very softly, as if afraid of being overheard.

[Am I being too talkative?]

He probably thinks I'm useless.

[I can't help with anything.]

[They'll only cause trouble.]

Song Huan frowned slightly.

He looked at Chen Chong, who was turning back, ready to continue negotiating the price.

Song Huan didn't give him a chance.

He stood up, and the chair slid back a bit, making a loud noise.

Xiao Yunqing also raised her head blankly and looked at him.

"Brother Chen, you can say I don't understand, but you can't say she doesn't understand."

Song Huan's voice wasn't loud, but every word was like a nail: "She's a very important partner to me. From planning to buy this store to negotiating it now, she's helped me a lot. It's inappropriate for you to say such things about her to my face."

Chen Chong was stunned, his mouth agape as he stared at Song Huan.

I had the advantage before, how did it suddenly turn out like this?

Xiao Yunqing was also stunned.

She looked at Song Huan's profile; sunlight shone on his face, revealing a resolute expression.

Her eyes welled up with tears, and her nose stung with emotion.

Song Huan reached out and grabbed Xiao Yunqing's wrist.

"Walk."

Xiao Yunqing was pulled up by him, staggered a bit, and followed behind him.

She glanced back at Chen Chong.

He was still sitting there, his mouth open, unable to close it.

The two walked out of the coffee shop, and a cold wind hit them in the face.

Xiao Yunqing shrugged and was pulled forward by him, walking quickly.

She glanced back at the glass door of the coffee shop, but Chen Chong didn't follow her out.

"Song Huan..."

"Stop looking."

Song Huan didn't turn around; her voice came from ahead, "Just go."

Xiao Yunqing opened her mouth, "But..."

"No buts."

After walking a few dozen meters, Xiao Yunqing slowed down.

She looked down at the tips of her shoes.

My heartfelt words drifted over again, this time even lighter, like fallen leaves in the wind.

[I messed up.]

[He could have negotiated it down.]

[It's all my fault...]

Song Huan stopped, turned around, and looked at her.

She kept her head down, her scarf was blown askew by the wind, revealing a section of her white neck.

"It's none of your business."

He said, "That boss was already trying to lower the price. I said 650,000, but he wouldn't budge. It's none of your business."

Xiao Yunqing raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, "But..."

"But what?"

Song Huan looked at her and said, "If you really feel bad, when he chases after you later, don't turn around or say anything."

Xiao Yunqing was taken aback. "He'll still chase after us?"

Song Huan's lips curled up slightly.

"Wait."

The door of the coffee shop behind me rang.

The sound of the bells carried far on the wind.

Xiao Yunqing instinctively tried to turn around, but Song Huan pressed down on her shoulder.

Don't look back.

Footsteps followed from behind, leather shoes clicking on the concrete.

"Young man, wait a minute!"

Chen Chong ran over, panting, one button undone on his suit jacket and his tie askew.

He stood in front of Song Huan and bent down slightly.

"I apologize for what I said earlier. I'm so sorry, young lady."

Xiao Yunqing looked at him, then at Song Huan.

Song Huan's face was expressionless, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Hooked.

The two walked back to the coffee shop and sat down.

Chen Chong picked up the water glass on the table, took a big gulp, and put it down.

"Six hundred and eighty thousand, that's the lowest we can go."

Song Huan shook her head. "Six hundred and sixty thousand, the shop and all the licenses, transfer them all to me."

Chen Chong gritted his teeth, "Six hundred and seventy thousand, I'll help you get the documents."

"Six hundred and sixty thousand, I'll handle the paperwork myself."

Chen Chong looked at Song Huan, and Song Huan looked at him.

Their eyes met briefly above the table before looking away.

"Okay, 660,000."

Chen Chong sighed, took a contract out of his briefcase, and placed it on the table.

Song Huan glanced down.

The contract was pre-printed, with the names of Party A and Party B, the transfer price, and the payment method all filled in.

It seems he's been eager to sell for a while now.

"Can I transfer the money today?" Chen Chong looked at him. "If you can transfer it today, the shop is yours."

Song Huan didn't move.

He flipped to the last page of the contract, glanced at it, and closed it.

"Brother Chen, I only have 450,000 yuan in my account right now. Could you pay off part of it first? I'll transfer the rest to you monthly, and pay it off within a year."

Chen Chong's face flushed red instantly. "Are you kidding me?"

He picked up the contract from the table and held it in his hand.

"You only have 450,000 in your account, and you're talking to me about 660,000?"

Song Huan leaned back in her chair, her expression unchanged. "Brother Chen, I'm not playing you. I genuinely want to buy it. If I don't have enough money, I'll pay in installments. You're selling the shop because you urgently need money, so if I can pay you monthly, you won't lose out."

Chen Chong gritted his teeth, "Installment payment is fine, but there will be an extra 20,000 yuan in interest. It will be paid off within a year, totaling 680,000 yuan."

Song Huan shook her head. "No interest at all. It's 660,000. Pay 150,000 upfront, and the rest in twelve monthly installments of 42,500 each."

Chen Chong glared at him, "No way!"

Song Huan stood up and said frankly, "Then forget it."

He grabbed Xiao Yunqing's wrist and turned to leave.

He took two steps, stopped, and looked back.

"Brother Chen, the location of your shop is terrible. If you don't sell it soon, it'll rot in your hands. Also, let me remind you, computers are becoming obsolete very quickly these days. Don't you think you can sell those computers for scrap value in a while?"

Chen Chong's face was grim.

Song Huan had already reached the door when the bell rang once.

"return!"

Chen Chong's voice came from behind.

Song Huan turned around and walked back.

Xiao Yunqing followed behind, her lips pursed, but her eyes were bright.

"sign!"

Chen Chong slammed the contract on the table, picked up a pen, and quickly signed his name.

Song Huan also signed it.

Two contracts, one for each person.

The three of them walked out of the coffee shop, turned a corner, and found a bank.

Song Huan inserted her bank card into the ATM, entered her PIN, and transferred 150,000 yuan to Chen Chong.

The machine dispensed a receipt, which he handed to Chen Chong.

Chen Chong took it, glanced at it, folded it, put it in his pocket, and let out a long sigh.

He exhaled heavily, and his shoulders slumped down.

"It's a pleasure to work with you." Song Huan extended her hand.

Chen Chong shook hands, both amused and exasperated, and said, "It's a pleasure working with you."

They're ripping me off again!

Xiao Yunqing stood to the side, looking at Song Huan, then at Chen Chong.

She bit her lip, trying not to laugh.

But her eyes were already curved.

……

(The high school arc is almost over. Sigh, I'm so sad to see it end, little cloud, you're going to get your house raided! T^T)