diskusbooks Chapter 694 Securing the Order
Chapter 694 Securing the Order
Besides being surprised, Meng Qingge was mostly puzzled.
As Han Jiji said, Qingfenglou's main store is in Wu Kingdom, so it should have no connection with her.
Perhaps sensing Meng Qingge's doubts, Han Jiji explained, "The young master of Qingfenglou Restaurant has a very good personal relationship with Lin Wuqing, so he repeatedly instructed that you must sign a contract with him."
"The young master of Qingfeng Tower has a very good personal relationship with Lin Wuqing?" Meng Qingge was even more puzzled.
Although she didn't look down on Lin Ping, his status as a poor country boy was undeniable.
How could a poor country boy possibly become friends with a young master from a first-rate aristocratic family in the Wu Kingdom?
"High mountains and flowing waters seek a kindred spirit?" But does Lin Wuqing look like someone who can play the zither?
Did they both favor the same prostitute in a brothel, and sparks fly between them?
But does Lin Wuqing look like someone who has the money to frequent brothels?
As the saying goes, "You can't wrap your butt in a vegetable leaf, so you don't have time to go looking for flowers and willows."
Then there's only one possibility. No wonder Lin Wuqing is fair-skinned and dressed with a touch of rouge. The entertainment circle is really messy; we can't understand it at all.
Thinking of this, Meng Qingge felt a chill and a sense of contempt for Lin Pingsheng.
But this is for the best. Since he is in love with the young master of Qingfeng Tower, he won't pester me.
But why did he specifically hang his own portrait in the most luxurious private room of Qingfeng Tower?
Isn't this a form of favor?
Meng Qingge was quite knowledgeable and had heard that some people liked both men and women.
Regardless, he helped her this time, and Meng Qingge should be grateful.
"So you've agreed to do business with the Meng family?" Meng Qingge asked, still somewhat unsure, as if waking from a dream.
Seeing that Meng Qingge was no longer angry, Han Jiji immediately perked up, quickly spread out the contract she had prepared beforehand, and said with a grin, "Just waiting for you to sign and put your fingerprint on it!"
Looking at the bright red seal of Qingfeng Tower, Meng Qingge was still in shock. "Is it really that simple?"
When she saw the contents of the contract, she was so shocked that her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.
"One hundred thousand jars? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?" Meng Qingge said, dumbfounded.
For the Meng family, a few thousand jars would be a huge order, ten thousand jars would be a dream come true, but now they have an order for one hundred thousand jars, something they wouldn't even dare to dream of.
To be honest, Meng Qingge really didn't dare to sign the contract. The Meng family's strength was not enough to brew 100,000 jars of wine in a short period of time.
"If Miss Meng thinks it's too little, we can add more. The boss specifically instructed that as long as it doesn't exceed 300,000 jars, we can accept it. At worst, we can just ship the extra wine back to Wu Kingdom. Anyway, the boss isn't short of money." Han Jiji directly revealed her trump card.
With Qingfenglou's three restaurants in Kyoto, they can sell about 100,000 jars of wine a year. If they continue to increase orders, they really will have to ship them back.
Lin Fugui wasn't afraid of such counterproductive things. At worst, he would just lose some money. As long as it made Lin Ping happy, he was willing to spend any amount of money.
"No, no, no!" Meng Qingge waved her hands repeatedly: "That's too much. With the current strength of the Meng family, it's not enough to brew 100,000 jars of wine."
Although she is young, she has been in the business world for many years and has signed many contracts. She knows that failing to meet production targets on time will result in a large sum of money being paid in compensation.
Perhaps Qingfeng Tower is aiming to bring down the Meng family; she must be cautious.
She quickly read through the contract, which did not include any clause on penalties for breach of contract. This was clearly an unequal treaty!
Isn't that too biased towards the Meng family?
"Miss Meng, don't worry, there's no deadline written on this contract. You can deliver these 100,000 jars of wine whenever you want," Han Jiji said respectfully, insisting that Meng Qingge sign the contract.
"Is it really okay?" Meng Qingge hesitated as she signed the document.
After she finished writing the last word, Han Jiji quickly put away the contract, her smile widening: "Don't rush off yet, there's something else I haven't explained."
Meng Qingge was already suspicious, and her expression changed drastically upon hearing this. She instinctively lunged forward, trying to snatch the contract and tear it up.
She did manage to snatch it, but it wasn't the contract; it was a silver note worth ten thousand taels.
"What about the contract? I'm not signing it!" Meng Qingge was so anxious that tears were almost streaming down her face.
Han Jiji was terrified and said in a panic, "You, you can't do this! You've already accepted the 10,000 taels deposit, you can't go back on your word."
"A deposit? This ten thousand taels of silver is a deposit? So this is what you were talking about?"
Her focus was entirely on the contract, and she paid no attention to the ten thousand taels of silver.
Looking back now, it seems even more unbelievable.
Isn't that too easy? Not only did they sign an unequal treaty, but they also received ten thousand taels of silver.
“My master said he must show you his sincerity. If 10,000 taels is too little, we can add more. As long as it’s within 50,000 taels, it’s no problem,” Han Jiji said with a smile.
This guy speaks with heavy breathing, which always makes Meng Qingge's heart jump into her throat.
The banknotes are genuine, but whether they're legitimate or not is another matter.
"I'll write you a certificate right away." Meng Qingge took the paper and pen and was about to write.
The so-called receipt is a kind of voucher. She should write a receipt for the 10,000 taels deposit.
"No, no, the boss said he absolutely cannot accept your certificate, or I'll have my legs broken," Han Jiji said with a mournful face.
Without a written receipt, Meng Qingge could deny the debt, and the ten thousand taels of silver would be essentially taken for nothing.
Meng Qingge originally insisted on writing a receipt, but not wanting the other party to have their legs broken, she reluctantly put away the silver notes.
"Don't worry, Mr. Han, the Meng family will do its best to brew 100,000 jars of fine wine and will certainly not let down Qingfeng Tower's kindness," Meng Qingge said, bowing slightly.
Han Jiji dared not let her bow, and hurriedly knelt on the ground to kowtow, watching the great Buddha leave.
"Young master is really something. He's clearly very rich, but he pretends to be a poor boy. Sigh... He really knows how to play the game. We can't understand it, and we dare not ask him." Han Jiji sighed, wishing she had a beautiful daughter like Meng Qingge.
What could have been accomplished in a few words took a little longer because of Meng Qingge's suspicion.
Inside the Meng family's old residence, Meng Qingchao was already getting impatient.
"Lin Wuqing, it's almost mealtime. It's understandable that you, a poor boy, don't eat, but the Meng family values eating at certain times. Why should everyone else starve with you?" Meng Qingchao said angrily.
"To tell you the truth, even if Meng Qingge kneels down and begs, Qingfeng Tower will not sign a contract with her. If she doesn't want to hand over her assets, she'll have to kneel for at least one night."
"Perhaps the owner of Qingfeng Tower is worried that she'll catch a chill late at night, so he'll invite her inside for a chat. As for whether they can close a deal, that depends on how well she tries to impress us."
Meng Qingchao said in a sarcastic tone.
How was your showing off?
That's way too blatant, isn't it?
Not only Lin Ping and the people in the east wing, but even a group of relatives felt that Meng Qingchao's words were a bit excessive.
Lin Ping clenched his fist and then relaxed it; after all, he was an outsider and couldn't make a move.
Meng Yuanping is an elder, and he cannot lay a hand on a junior.
Snapped!
The slap landed on Meng Qingchao's face, but Meng Qingfan glared at him angrily.