Chapter 18

A few young women also stood up; they had been instructed by Sang Qing to warmly welcome the distinguished guest who would soon enter.

As the beautiful hostess slowly opened the antique-style wooden door of the private room, Sang Qing was already standing at the entrance, his hands extended in a warm greeting.

Ye Qing appeared before them, his hands clasped behind his back, stepping onto the soft carpet.

"Hmm?" The distinguished guest is so young, this was the first thought of the young women.

However, his attire was quite ordinary, and after thoroughly examining Ye Qing, the women found no trace of any designer brands.

However...

When Ye Qing entered, Sang Qing, who had been waiting on the side with a broad smile, seemed as if he had been grabbed by the balls by a Transformer.

Shock, panic, confusion, and doubt.

Sang Qing certainly recognized Ye Qing. A few days ago, he had very coolly torn up several of Ye Qing's machine tool orders and refused to pay the final installment for the first machine.

There were many reasons for tearing up Ye Qing's orders: standing up for the workers was one, not wanting to take the orders was another, and disliking Ye Qing was yet another.

A young man with no power or money, bullying him was no big deal to Sang Qing.

But...

Even if given ten more lives, Sang Qing never would have imagined that the big boss of the high-tech company he had been dreaming of meeting would be Ye Qing!

Wasn't his factory just producing some shoddy cutting machines?

Shocked, Sang Qing's face was one of disbelief, and he quickly retracted his extended hands: "Why is it you? What are you doing here?"

"Boss Sang, you know each other?" Liu Fengjin feigned surprise and introduced them: "That's even better. Let's all sit down and have a drink. Boss Sang, you can produce the curb stones, and Boss Ye can process them. It's a win-win situation."

"What am I doing here?" Ye Qing felt extremely satisfied seeing Sang Qing's flustered look: "Didn't you invite me here, with Director Liu's recommendation?"

"I invited you?" Sang Qing almost overturned the table: "I invited a big boss who can produce high-tech machine tools. You must be drunk to think I invited you."

"Cough, cough~" Liu Fengjin looked at Sang Qing innocently: "This is the boss personally approved by the bureau chief. It shouldn't be wrong."

Sang Qing was now like a donkey handed an Olympiad math test, completely stunned.

A few days ago, Ye Qing was still miserably repairing machine tools for him, and when he tore up the remaining six machine tool orders, Ye Qing's expression was worse than losing a million dollars.

Why, in just a few days, could he first snatch a ten million yuan order and then master a high-tech machine tool manufacturing technique that no one had ever heard of?

Why?

"Do you really have that high-tech engraving machine tool?" Sang Qing struggled to suppress his shock and anger.

"Whether I have it or not, what's it to you?" Ye Qing coldly cut off Sang Qing's fantasy: "Even if I do, do you think I would sell it to someone like you?"

"Yes!" Sang Qing glared: "Isn't it all about money? If there's money to be made, we can all earn it together. Eating alone, I'm afraid you can't handle it."

"Right, right, we're all after money." Liu Fengjin sensed the tension and tried to lighten the mood, giving the beauties a wink.

The three young women, with their fiery figures, quickly stood up and walked to the men, giggling and holding their arms, saying that nothing was more important than drinking.

"Come, come, come, everyone sit down. Let the girls keep you company."

These women, clearly experienced in the nightlife scene, were adept at capturing men's attention, using their advantages to focus the men's attention on themselves.

The woman next to Ye Qing had a sweet, oval face and a charming smile. As she invited Ye Qing to sit down, she also signaled the waiting staff to start serving the dishes.

Accompanied by the beauties, Ye Qing felt very pleased. This kind of treatment was something he had never experienced before, and his heart beat faster.

However, the faces of Sang Qing and Liu Fengjin made him lose his appetite.

Perhaps due to the severe blow, after reseating himself, Sang Qing took a large gulp of the white wine in the gilded porcelain cup.

Sang Qing swallowed two ounces of white wine in one go and then spat out a mouthful of alcohol at the woman beside him.

Liu Fengjin also raised his glass, laughing and trying to drink with Ye Qing.

"Director Liu, Boss Sang, let's not beat around the bush. Let's get straight to the point," Ye Qing said, taking a deep breath.

Sang Qing's eyes and face were red.

With a large family and business, expenses were naturally high. To secure the order, Sang Qing had invested a lot, purchasing eight large mining sawing machines, and each day of idleness cost a significant amount of money.

Given the current situation, whether Ye Qing was the mysterious boss who had mastered the high-tech engraving technology or not, some sacrifices were necessary.

"I'll give you 37 yuan per curb stone, and I'll pay 20% more for the engraving machine."

Sang Qing offered what he believed was an irresistible condition.

"Sorry, Boss Sang, I've already found a buyer for the curb stones and signed a contract," Ye Qing sighed regretfully. "As for the high-tech engraving machine, forget about it."

"Everyone is after money, no need to be so thorough," Sang Qing's face darkened.

"Ha ha~" Ye Qing laughed sarcastically: "Speaking of thorough, Boss Sang should know who was more thorough."

"At the time, you were so confident, tearing up the orders and telling me to sue. Now you're begging me?"

"Indeed, I deliberately snatched your curb stone order," Ye Qing stood up, removing the soft hand on his arm: "Boss Sang, if you have the guts, sue me and see if I'm afraid."

Ye Qing's choice was hard for some businesspeople, who had been worn down by life, to understand. After all, it was just about money, and Sang Qing had agreed to drastically lower the price of the curb stones to 37 yuan and pay a high price for the machine.

What was the point of the previous grievances? Endure a little, and you could earn over a million more.

But Ye Qing couldn't swallow his pride. The cancellation of those six machine tool orders had left him feeling powerless and humiliated. If he had to endure the same humiliation again just to earn more money,

Ye Qing would rather not make the money and reclaim his dignity.

As for whether Sang Qing had connections and whether the situation would escalate, that was a problem for the future, something that Niu Yi and Niu Er would have to deal with.

Sang Qing was almost driven to the brink of rage. His order had been snatched, and his words from before were now being thrown back at him, leaving him with no countermeasure.

The sense of powerlessness, rooted in the vast technological gap, made Sang Qing furious.

What are you, thinking that a few high-tech engraving machines give you the right to trample on my face?

Sang Qing had never taken Ye Qing seriously. His strong background and early social experiences made him look down on young men like Ye Qing, who had no power or influence.

"We'll see. You'll pay for your choice today," Sang Qing said through gritted teeth.

"Not later, right now," Ye Qing sat down confidently: "I know you used to be in the underworld, and I know you have a lot of strong employees."

"I dared to snatch your order, so I've already considered the consequences. But I don't believe in evil, especially not in your evil, Boss Sang."

The atmosphere in the private room instantly became tense. The three women, like deer hearing a gunshot, immediately jumped up.

They were there to earn money by keeping company, not to watch a fight and get caught in the crossfire.

They could read men better than fortune-tellers. The boss who had paid a lot to bring them here was clearly not a regular businessman.

As for Ye Qing, his youthful spirit was evident. With no one else in the room, a fight between them would not be a simple matter.

Liu Fengjin's mouth opened wider than a hippo's.

Having lived a life of luxury, he had never encountered such a tense situation. At this moment, he was more concerned with not getting beaten up than with playing both sides.

"Ouch, my stomach hurts. I need to use the restroom," Liu Fengjin, ignoring the private room's dedicated restroom, hurriedly pushed open the door and ran out.

Sang Qing also stood up, his rough movements causing the exquisite porcelain and seasonal fruit platters on the table to fall to the ground, scaring the private room's staff into running away.

His eyes were fierce, and the veins on his forehead pulsed.

"Dong, ding dong ling dong ling dong; dong, ding dong ling dong ling dong..."

The unique ringtone of an iPhone broke the suffocating atmosphere in the private room.

It was Ye Qing's phone ringing.

"I'll take this call," Ye Qing stiffly pulled out his phone, which showed an unknown local number.

An old, screen-cracked iPhone 4, which almost made the women's contact lenses fall out.

"Who is it?" Ye Qing tried to adjust his tone.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, followed by a slightly hoarse, gentle female voice: "