Chapter 28: All's Well That Ends Well

  This would be completely unknown to Sima, living in the 21st century, but nearly a century ago there was a foreign devil who was thinking of ways to get revenge on himself.

  Simazheng was busy with something even more important, at least if this matter is done, Sima will also be relieved of the next worry, and won't have to live in fear every day.

  "Are you sure your friend wants to buy that warehouse?"

  The balding boss, Fang, looked at the young man in front of him who had been working for him for several months. Although this Sima was introduced by a friend, his performance over the past few months had not been bad, and he himself had also treated him quite well.

  Last time he said something about a friend wanting to buy this warehouse, and was fooled by himself for a few sentences. Unexpectedly, now he's asking again, is it true that someone wants to buy this warehouse?

  "Yes, Boss Fang. My friend asked me to ask if you are willing to sell it. If you are willing to sell, please name a price and I will pass it on to my friend."

  This time, Sima made up his mind to buy the warehouse at all costs, even if it meant paying a high price. Every time he entered the space-time anomaly on the other side of 1915, he was worried that something would go wrong and his heart was racing with anxiety.

  These days are really unbearable. With these 200,000 sets of clothes, at the very least, we'll make tens of millions, and with that, we can buy this warehouse!

  "Haha! Your friend wants to buy my warehouse, okay! A thing must come alive to show its value, but... My opening price is not low, it's just unknown whether your friend can afford it."

  Mr. Fang said with a smile that, in fact, a remote warehouse is nothing to him, and it's just about collecting some rent every year. If the warehouse were ten or twenty kilometers closer to the city center, Mr. Fang would have developed it into a residential area several years ago.

  It's still possible now, looking at Sima this kid, it seems that this thing is true, if the conditions are not bad now, selling this warehouse and cashing out is also a good choice.

  "Boss Fang, just name your price, I'll pass it on to that friend of mine later."

  As soon as he heard the tone of this boss, Sima felt that there might be a chance. Looking at the tone of this boss, it seemed like he wanted to sell the warehouse. As long as he was willing to sell, that's all that mattered. What he feared most was that he was unwilling to sell. If he was willing to sell, then it would depend on whether the money could attract him and make him willing to let go.

  "Three million, no less!"

  Boss Fang smiled and stretched out three fingers, saying softly.

  Thirty million!

  This sum, even if Sima were to sell himself now, he wouldn't be able to scrape together such a huge amount of money. However, three hundred million is not an unacceptable price.

  Although this price is obviously a fake one, if Sima accepts it, Fang the boss who has a mind full of clever ideas would be suspicious.

  "Haha! Boss Fang is just teasing me! This price my friend will definitely not accept. Unless I go back and ask about my friend's intention. Boss Fang, you go ahead with your business first."

  Simma said with some annoyance, then turned around and was about to leave Director Fang's office. Simma felt that this trip had not been in vain, at least he had figured out that Director Fang had this intention.

  "Hey! If your friend is really willing to buy, I'll treat him to a meal sometime and we can discuss the details then." Mr. Fang said as Sima was about to leave.

  "Alright, alright. I'll definitely tell him."

  It's settled! As soon as he heard this, Sima couldn't be happier. This old boss must have decided to sell the warehouse. As long as they negotiate a good price later, even if it's 300 million, what's the big deal? Buying that warehouse will definitely make a profit.

  It's already early autumn, and the night outside is a bit chilly. Sun Ping put on his clothes and walked into the courtyard from his bedroom. From the first time he saw Old Gao to after dinner, Sun Ping had been hesitating whether or not to tell them about Matthew's idea of revenge against the foreigners.

  But thinking of that 0.5% commission, Sun Ping hesitated, although it was only 0.5%, but it was also a considerable amount, not to mention that he was waiting for this money to buy a house in Beijing and bring his mother from the countryside to Beijing to take care of her.

  "Mr. Sun, haven't you gone to bed yet? This mouthful is definitely not going to make it to the capital in time. It seems that Mr. Sun is a bit unaccustomed."

  Gao Chuanliang, who was used to staying up late, happened to be holding a pot of tea and thought of going to the courtyard meeting. Seeing Sun Ping standing in the courtyard, he opened his mouth to ask.

  "It's really the big boss! Not that I'm not used to it... Just..."

  Sun Ping didn't know how he should respond, whether to tell the truth or...

  "Hello Mr. Matthew. Sorry to keep you waiting for so long. I really had no choice, I've been busy helping you settle the coat everywhere, who made you want it so urgently."

  Seeing this middle-aged British man in front of him, Sima was delighted to say that this gentleman was his own breadwinner! How could he not be happy to see him?!

  "Hello! Mr. Sima, I think we don't need to be so polite, let's get straight to the point! Can you guarantee that you can provide me with 300,000 sets of military overcoats within two months?"

  Matthew thought that now was not the time to waste on unnecessary pleasantries, and hurriedly discussed the price with him before signing a supply contract.

  "Three hundred thousand sets?"

  How come in just one day, they increased it by 50%? Sima remembers that the newspaper advertisement clearly stated that it was only 200,000 sets!

  "Mr. Matthew, didn't you get it wrong? I remember your advertisement said 200,000 sets."

  Simma reminded the Briton in front of him.

  "Yes, you're right, but Mr. Sima, you should know that we've had some issues with our suppliers in Japan, so now the order has been temporarily increased to 300,000 sets. I don't know if you can guarantee delivery on time within two months."

  Matthew had a very easy look, temporarily increasing the order to 300,000 sets, which was the simplest and most effective way for Matthew to retaliate against this Chinese person yesterday.

  When the time comes, Matthew only needs to receive 200,000 sets and can refuse to accept the remaining 100,000 sets. As for the contract? In most cases in China, when Chinese people and foreigners go to court, the Chinese people lose.

  Doing business with Chinese people doesn't necessarily mean following any contract. At that time, the Chinese person had 100,000 sets of coats in stock and could only sell them at a low price to recover funds, while you can buy them at a low price at that time.

  Of course, if this Chinese person cannot collect 300,000 coats, Matthew would be delighted to see the result. The contract penalty alone would probably be enough to bankrupt him.

  Not to mention 300,000 pieces of down-filled coats, even 200,000 pieces of down-filled coats are an impossible astronomical order for any domestic businessman.

  But for Sima, it seems that there is no problem with eating too much or not enough. If Sima has any opinion, the opinion might be that this dish would be better if it were a bit bigger.

  "We have reviewed the coat samples you provided, and we are willing to place an order for 3 million pieces at a price of 16.5 silver dollars per piece. This is a draft contract, Mr. Sima can take a look, if there are no objections, we can sign a formal contract."

  Although Sun Ping was somewhat unwilling in his heart, he knew that this was Matthew's usual trick to harm the country, but for now, he could only helplessly hand over the contract template to Sima.

  As soon as he took over the contract, Sima couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief, because it was the first time in history that a famous foreign firm had dealt with them. Sima was still worried that the contract of this foreign firm would be like those of later generations, full of foreign words and only a few Chinese characters.

  To be honest, those foreigners are all familiar with each other when they're apart, but once they get together, none of them recognize each other. Fortunately, the contract is entirely in Chinese.

  After carefully reviewing the contract, Sima did not find anything inappropriate, at least not in the eyes of a layman. The contract also stipulated according to the agreement between the two parties, which was particularly emphasized by Sima.

  The contract stipulates that upon signing, 20,000 sets of woolen military coats shall be delivered first. The foreign firm must pay a deposit of 600,000 silver dollars upon receiving the first batch of military coats. Within two months from the date of signing the contract, deliver all 300,000 sets of woolen military coats.

  For Sima, the most important thing is this 600,000 yuan deposit. With this deposit, Sima can solve his most urgent problem - the safety of the warehouse. Buying and renovating the warehouse is Sima's top priority, and the funds needed to buy the warehouse rely entirely on this 600,000 yuan.

  As for the payment for buying down jackets, it doesn't seem that important, anyway I have over 10 million as a deposit there, and after paying another part of the money, I can take away several tens of thousands more, anyway it's not like I'm paying for all the down jackets at once.

  When Matthew saw Sima sign his name on the contract, Matthew's smile became more and more cordial, and he looked like a very friendly old foreigner.

  But Sun Ping saw this young master Sima sign his name, and in his heart he couldn't help but want to slap himself a few times. He didn't need to think about it, Sun Ping could already imagine the predicament this young master Sima would face two months later with the huge loss. Whether or not he could deliver the extra 100,000 coats, the loss was already sealed from the moment he signed his name.

  After all these years of working with Matthew, Sun Ping had seen this scene and those desperate faces many times before. He had also seen Matthew's arrogance after getting his way, and everything in front of him seemed like a repeat of old events, nothing more.

  After the contract was signed, both Matthew and Sima got what they wanted. Because of Matthew's fluent Beijing dialect, there were no problems with their communication. According to Chinese customs, after signing a contract, people usually need to bond over dinner.

  Matthew, who was familiar with the rules of Chinese wine tables, seemed to be in his element, and for a while everyone was having a great time, except for Sun Ping, who quietly watched everything in front of him, feeling a little sorry for this now proud and arrogant young Master Sima.