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Chapter 761 - 526: The Residents of the Metropolis Are Really Too Rude!_2

Chapter 761: Chapter 526: The Residents of the Metropolis Are Really Too Rude!_2

"It’s a large duplex."

The bald manager corrected.

"Of course it counts, it’s our recently released flagship product, a lightly luxurious top-grade Yin House."

"How much?"

He asked.

"Are you a relative of a City Hall employee?"

The bald manager glanced at the family ID badge on his chest and asked.

"That’s right. The deceased was my godfather, and he was also a relative of a City Hall employee. Moreover, my god-grandfather was a model who died in the line of duty."

Liu Zheng said.

"In that case..."

The bald manager pondered for a moment.

"Let’s fix a price then, one million will do."

He said.

"What’s the discount rate?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"That’s not convenient to disclose. I can only tell you that this price is already close to the cost price."

The bald manager said.

"My brother-in-law is from the City Supervision Department, and I get along well with the Tomb Guardian."

He added.

"In that case... at most, I can throw in an additional nanmu coffin for you, but really, no further discounts."

The bald manager said through gritted teeth.

"Alright, thank you for that. Do I need to pay a deposit?"

Liu Zheng asked proactively.

"Generally, a ten percent deposit is required, but for you, five percent will suffice, and it’s guaranteed refundable."

The bald manager said straightforwardly.

Since he had already given such a big discount, he might as well be a good person to the end.

"Okay."

He took out a stack of money and handed it to the bald manager.

"By the way, I haven’t asked your surname yet."

"My surname is Liu."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Mr. Liu, it seems like you’ve given more for the deposit."

The bald manager said.

With years of experience counting money, he could tell at a glance that it was at least sixty thousand.

"The extra is your tip. The bulk is yours, and the smaller portions are for you to distribute, everyone gets a share."

Liu Zheng said.

"The company policy prohibits accepting tips."

The bald manager said awkwardly.

"Then I’ll specifically request you to host my godfather’s funeral. Consider this a designation fee."

"Uh... alright, then thank you for your generosity, Mr. Liu."

The bald manager said with a strange expression.

He was a seasoned player, a regular at major establishments and nightlife venues, naturally knowing what a designation fee meant.

In general establishments, to optimize manpower distribution and minimize idle time for hostesses, they rotate automatically by time.

To keep your preferred hostess, you need to pay an extra fee, which is called the designation fee.

And in some establishments that emphasize large silver parties, even the hostesses need to rotate; if you don’t want to leave halfway, you also need to pay the designation fee.

Of course, if you’re a quick shot, you can save on that expense.

"Give me your phone number, I’ll contact you when I’m ready."

Liu Zheng said.

"Sure."

The two exchanged numbers, and Liu Zheng walked out of the funeral home.

"Phew~"

He exhaled a cloud of turbid air towards the sky.

At this moment, the sky was overcast, just like his mood.

"Did you see something dirty again?"

The driver noticed Liu Zheng’s displeasure.

"Where in the Metropolis is clean?"

He countered.

"You’ve been infected by that gang of grey animals. Look at the world under a microscope, and everything’s dirty. Clean places are only in a vacuum, but people can’t live in a vacuum."

"Although I’m also displeased with this Metropolis, even if that gang of grey animals had won back then, they might not have created anything good."

The driver said sharply.

"Perhaps you’re right. Let’s go to the nearest Unlucky Coffee."

Liu Zheng didn’t dwell on the question.

"Alright."

The driver didn’t continue the discussion.

After all, neither of them was a politician; their best debate method was to render the opponent speechless.

Arriving at the nearest Unlucky Coffee, as soon as Liu Zheng entered, all the staff looked up.

Soon, an employee took scissors and stabbed into the heart connecting all staff.

Blood spurted from the injured heart, and faces emerged once again from the blood curtain.

"Where is my deer carcass, human?"

The general manager of Unlucky Coffee asked.

Since the last time he discussed a deal with this human, the latter had disappeared, not even coming to buy coffee.

This couldn’t help but make him doubt whether this guy had any sincerity in the deal.

"I’ve already secured support from the sewer, but it only agreed to give me a part of the deer carcass."

Liu Zheng said.

"Which part?"

The general manager asked with a frown.

"The heart."

"Hmm..."

Hearing it was the heart, the general manager’s expression relaxed a little.

"But we agreed that the trade was for a complete carcass."

He stressed.

"We clearly said that I give you the complete carcass, and you give me ten million, there was no mention it had to be a complete carcass to trade."

Liu Zheng retorted without hesitation.

Playing word games with a journalist like him was like comparing sewage in front of the sewer.

"Then it should be based on the proportion of quality. The weight of a deer heart is about two percent of a carcass, so that’s worth two hundred thousand."

The general manager said.

"Are you brain-damaged? You wanna calculate the price of such things by weight? So when you’re selling your ass, do you also calculate by weight?"

Liu Zheng mocked.

"You better mind your words, human. Otherwise, I don’t mind putting you into the grinder."

The general manager said in a sinister tone, and all the staff cast angry glances.

"Watch your mouth! Last time, the Peacock personally tried and couldn’t take me down during a delivery at Emperor’s Garden. The bishop of the Round God Sect blocked my door, summoned a Divine Demon, and still got taken out by me."

"You think you can fool me? Ask the Peacock and Mr. Li; do you even qualify?"

In the face of the general manager’s threat, his attitude only became more intense.

"I just blew up another office building recently, my temper’s running hot. If you keep treating me like some small fry, I’ll blow up every single Unlucky Coffee in the Metropolis."

"Don’t think I don’t know Bloody Restaurant’s rules, you need an order to come out. We have over 500 locations just in the city center; can you bomb them all?"

The general manager sneered.

"Over 500 stores, is that a lot? I can gather hundreds of people in the Old City District alone, and there are many brothers outside the city. I’ll bomb one today and another district tomorrow."

"Damn it, if you don’t treat me right, then no one talks, we all die together."

"Not afraid to tell you, I also have a long-standing relationship with the Tomb Guardian, we’ll be neighbors, even if you die, don’t think it’ll be easy!"

Liu Zheng said fiercely.

"Are you crazy? Negotiating pricing in business is normal, why are you acting like I’ve killed your father or something."

The general manager was no longer angry, just deeply speechless.

Who would get angry with a madman, unless they’re crazy too?

"Sorry, I’ve been under a lot of pressure lately and lost my temper for a moment, I apologize for making a scene."

Liu Zheng suddenly calmed down, saying in a peaceful tone.

"I can’t laugh at all."

The general manager said coldly.

"Fine, I don’t want to say more to a madman like you, fixed price, three million."

"Alright, that’ll do. By the way, I want to order coffee and desserts for a thousand people. Any discounts?"

He asked.

He wasn’t a stingy person, and since he made a lot of money this time, he wanted those around him to enjoy too.

Of course, mainly for the shelter.

"Fifteen percent discount."

The general manager agreed straightforwardly.

"That’s fine. You’re in charge of delivery."

"Delivery to Bloody Restaurant isn’t discounted and incurs a thirty percent manpower loss fee."

The general manager said expressionlessly.

"Not to Bloody Restaurant. Deliver it to Rose Street, near the French Plane Tree sewer manhole."

Liu Zheng said.

"Okay. No specified menu items accepted."

"Alright, match it as you see fit. But if you deliberately cause trouble, don’t blame me for being merciless."

He warned.

"For a madman, to ruin our Unlucky Coffee’s reputation isn’t worth it, even an idiot wouldn’t do such a loss-making deal."

The general manager said disdainfully.

"Do you have anything else?"

"No, that’s it."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"Then get the hell out!"

The blood vessels connecting to the heart swung fiercely, catapulting an employee like a meteor hammer towards the door, knocking him out.

"The residents of the Metropolis are really so rude."

Liu Zheng climbed up from the ground, gave the deer head a middle finger, and got back into the sports car.

"To Rose Street."

He said.