How could Chen Yang not understand the meaning behind Zheng Xiaoman's words? Moreover, she wasn't even trying to hide it, openly giving him a taste of his own medicine.

It had to be said that this move hit Chen Yang right where it hurt. After all, he had been the one to refuse her repeatedly.

Seeing Chen Yang's expression shift, a faint smile curled Zheng Xiaoman's lips. Her heart swelled with satisfaction. How does it feel to be on the receiving end now?

"The contract can be signed now, but the goods I just picked out won't be delivered for another three months," Zheng Xiaoman said lightly, tapping the contract on the table.

"Well, President Zheng, how about this? I'm willing to forgo the three-percent discount you offered if you can just deliver the goods sooner," Chen Yang said with an awkward smile.

"No!" Zheng Xiaoman shook her head. "I may not have many virtues, but once I make a promise, I don't go back on it."

"Sign the contract, and then you can leave!"

Chen Yang was left speechless.

"What is it? Does Mr. Chen have something else to say?" Zheng Xiaoman said seriously. "Of course, if Mr. Chen can't wait, you could always consider sourcing from other regions. Not only will the price be higher, but you'll probably have to wait longer than three months."

Chen Yang gritted his teeth, seething. She has me completely under her thumb! This woman is infuriating!

If not for Qin Qiu's instructions to secure the contract today, not to mention the urgent need for the equipment, Chen Yang would have stormed off long ago. Why was he tolerating so much from her?

Zheng Xiaoman said nothing, calmly sipping her tea.

After some thought, Chen Yang sighed helplessly, having made up his mind. His expression turned serious. "President Zheng, I want the entire shipment delivered tomorrow!"

Zheng Xiaoman was taken aback for a moment before she scoffed, "That's impossible!"

"Also, I want the down payment reduced from thirty percent to ten percent, with the remainder paid over twenty-four installments!"

Ignoring her, Chen Yang continued, "I want your best installation technician. And if there are any issues with the equipment later on, you have to send someone to repair it immediately."

Zheng Xiaoman stared blankly at Chen Yang, utterly dumbfounded. Has this guy lost his mind, or is he dreaming? Let alone the fact that she was deliberately giving him a hard time, she would never agree to such terms even in a normal negotiation.

Finally, Chen Yang asked, "President Zheng, you can meet these demands, right?"

"Are you dreaming?" Zheng Xiaoman scoffed. "I've made myself perfectly clear. Whether you sign this contract or not is entirely up to you!"

"I require you to meet them," Chen Yang stated, his tone final.

Zheng Xiaoman burst out laughing from sheer frustration. I don't believe it. Does he really think he can force me to sell?

"It seems you won't agree, President Zheng?" Chen Yang smiled and stood up. "In that case, there's no need to discuss Xiaoduo's wish to learn boxing from me."

Zheng Xiaoman was stunned into silence.

Chen Yang said nothing more and turned to leave.

Zheng Xiaoman gritted her teeth, her expression flickering through a range of emotions. She had fully expected Chen Yang to eventually yield under her pressure and agree to teach Zheng Xiaoduo. But now... this guy is turning the tables on me? Heh... Zheng Xiaoman laughed, a sound laced with fury. What a domineering man.

While she was lost in her stunned frustration, Chen Yang had nearly reached the main door, showing no sign of stopping. A fresh wave of anger surged through Zheng Xiaoman, threatening to erupt.

"Wait a moment!"

Defeated, Zheng Xiaoman blurted out, her voice a mix of panic and rage, "Chen Yang, you're ruthless!"

"President Zheng, do you have something else to say?" Chen Yang turned around, feigning confusion.

"Stop playing dumb with me!" Zheng Xiaoman said, exasperated. "I'll agree to everything else, but I can't agree to the remaining balance being paid in twenty-four installments!"

BANG!

Chen Yang stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

Zheng Xiaoman was speechless.

"Bastard!" she roared, slamming her teacup onto the coffee table, her face crimson with rage. In all her years in the business world, who had ever threatened her like this? Slamming the door?! Why don't you just drop dead?!

HUFF... HUFF... Zheng Xiaoman gritted her teeth, patting her chest to quell the bubbling rage as she silently cursed Chen Yang.

"Fine, you win this time!" Ultimately, Zheng Xiaoman hurriedly chased after him.

「Outside the office.」

Chen Yang had deliberately slowed his pace. When he heard no footsteps behind him, panic began to set in. If she's really that stubborn and won't budge, how am I going to save face? I think I might have pushed it too far. If I screw this up, how will I ever explain it to Qin Qiu? A pang of regret hit him.

Just then, Zheng Xiaoman's furious roar echoed from behind him, "Chen Yang, get back here!"

Her tone was harsh, but it was music to Chen Yang's ears.

Chen Yang straightened his back and turned around. "President Zheng, did you have something else to say?"

"We'll talk in my office!" Noticing the strange looks from her employees, Zheng Xiaoman felt like her lungs would explode from frustration. Who acts like this?!

Chen Yang said nothing more, a smile tugging at his lips as he walked back to Zheng Xiaoman's office.

Zheng Xiaoman poured herself another cup of tea and said in a low voice, "You know how I operate. I never compromise on profit margins, but you're pushing your luck. Don't you think you're going a bit too far?"

"And as I've said, I don't take disciples," Chen Yang replied with a shrug.

"The down payment can be ten percent," Zheng Xiaoman glared at him, "but the final payment cannot be split into so many installments. Twelve at most!"

Chen Yang turned to leave again.

Zheng Xiaoman was speechless once more.

"Chen Yang, you are a complete bastard!" In her fury, a curse slipped from Zheng Xiaoman's lips. She wasn't normally like this; Chen Yang had pushed her to her limit. This guy is just too much!

Zheng Xiaoman felt like her teeth would shatter from how hard she was clenching her jaw. Squeezing the words out, she said, "I... agree."

"Excellent, President Zheng!" Chen Yang swiftly turned back, walked right up to her, and enthusiastically grasped her hand. "Working with you will surely be a pleasure. I'm really looking forward to it."

"Get off me!" Zheng Xiaoman yanked her hand away. "What about my sister's boxing lessons?" she asked coldly.

"Three classes a week," Chen Yang smiled. "I'll teach her everything I know, no formal master-disciple relationship necessary."

Zheng Xiaoman immediately rejected it. "Four times a week, and she must formally become your disciple!" In her opinion, only a formal disciple would be taught everything a master knows. Promises without that commitment were just hot air.

Chen Yang shrugged helplessly and could only agree. "Alright then."

"Hmph!" Zheng Xiaoman snorted.

Next came the signing of the contract. After settling on a date for the disciple ceremony, Chen Yang left Huarui Group.

Zheng Xiaoman walked to the floor-to-ceiling windows. Her grim expression gradually softened before she shook her head and chuckled. "You damned bastard, I'll remember you." I intended to force him to submit. Who would've thought I'd be the one to give in?

「…」

After leaving Huarui Group, Chen Yang headed straight for Zhou Yufei's residence.

On the way, he dialed Zhou Yufei's phone again, but it still went unanswered.

Chen Yang frowned. Something is definitely wrong.

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