Ms. Tan Is The Real Boss

Tan Ron still shook her head. If this boss had offered the market price, she would have sold it. However, this boss was being unkind. He deliberately lowered the price because she was a young lady. Was he clearly bullying her because she was young and did not know anything?

Seeing that she was unwilling, the boss added another 200,000 yuan. “12 million. Little girl, you don’t have to worry about it for the rest of your life with this money.”

Tan Rou’s account had almost reached 10 million, so why would she be interested in a mere 12 million?

“Since the boss isn’t sincere about buying this painting, I will take it home and find a suitable buyer for it.”As she spoke, Tan Rou was about to roll up the scroll.

“20 million, 20 million!” The boss said with a pained expression, “I’ll pay 20 million. Third Young Master Zhuang, what do you think?”

Zhuang Liu didn’t know the market price of this painting. 20 million was a small amount to him, but it was still a lot for Tan Rou. However, he wouldn’t decide for Tan Rou. “I’m not the one who bought the painting. You should ask the owner instead.”

“Boss, if you don’t want it, we’ll take it back,” Tan Rou insisted.

“This…” The boss really wanted it, but he couldn’t afford it.

“30 million.” A white-haired old man walked in, followed by two bodyguards and a secretary.

When Tan Rou saw him, she was slightly puzzled. Why was Song Cheng here?

Song Cheng was Song Lin’s grandfather. He was the current head of the Song family and was on the same level as Old Master Lu.

“30 million is barely the lowest price for this painting.” Tan Rou was honest. “If you want to buy it, you have to show some sincerity.”

Song Cheng looked at the little girl in front of him. He thought that 30 million would scare this little girl so much that her legs would go weak. He did not expect her to not be afraid at all and actually dared to bargain with him.

“Mr. Song, why are you here?” The boss greeted him warmly. “You see, you came at a bad time. Someone else just bought this painting.” He should have bought the painting in advance and then sold it to Song Cheng at a high price. Now that Song Cheng was here, he couldn’t bid anymore.

“I came just in time.” Song Cheng’s gaze shifted to the painting. “Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to see this painting.” He then turned to Tan Rou. “Are you saying that I’m not sincere enough? Fine. 35 million then!”

Tan Rou thought of Song Lin. Although she didn’t know if this kid was dead or alive, he had indeed scolded her in class and made things difficult for her, so she decided to cheat Song Cheng.

“50 million. If you’re not willing to pay the price, then forget it.” Tan Rou rolled up the painting and prepared to leave with it.

“Do you really think you can leave this place safely with such treasure?” Song Cheng was threatening Tan Rou with his words. If the news that she had this painting got out, she probably wouldn’t even be able to leave this place.

“What does Old Master Song mean?” Zhuang Liu, who had been in the background, said, “In this lawful society, would anyone dare to commit murder on the streets? Or do you have any thoughts of it, Mr. Song?”

Song Cheng’s expression changed when he saw Zhuang Liu. He was so focused on painting that he didn’t notice Zhuang Liu in the wheelchair. It was no wonder that he didn’t see him. Zhuang Liu had his back to the door and was sitting in the wheelchair. Who would be able to notice him?

If only this little girl was here today, Song Cheng would definitely force her to hand over the painting. However, Zhuang Liu was also here, so he could not do anything.

“Mr. Zhuang, you’ve misunderstood.” Song Cheng smiled. “I’m just reminding this little friend out of goodwill. After all, it’s very dangerous here in this city.”

Zhuang Liu said with a cold face, “There’s no need for Old Master Song to worry about this. We ll get out safely.”

Tan Rou placed the painting in Zhuang Liu’s hands and was about to push the wheelchair away.

Song Cheng stopped them. “Alright, 50 million then!”

Zhuang Liu turned to Tan Rou and asked for her opinion.

Tan Rou smiled and answered Song Cheng, “Since Old Mister Song is sincere in buying this painting, I can only reluctantly part with it.”

Song Cheng’s face darkened, and no one knew what he was thinking.

“Give me your bank account and I’ll transfer the money to you.” Song Cheng’s tone was unfriendly.

Tan Rou was not afraid of him. Just like Zhuang Liu had said, this was a society ruled by law. Could he make her disappear?

“Thank you, Master Song.” Tan Rou looked at the money in her bank account and felt very satisfied.. 3,000 in exchange for 50 million, this kind of deal was really rare!