Tycoon: I can see the goddess's wish list

"The Chen Family, such a disgusting bunch, got utterly bamboozled by Brother Luo Feng, and that's awesome!" Li Bo Kai exclaimed, as if venting pent-up frustration.

"Tomorrow, I'll deal with Zhou Xiaofeng's matter, and you guys handle the company registration. Call it 'Heaven and Earth United,' symbolizing our partnership," Luofeng said. "Next, we'll finalize the equity distribution. By the day after tomorrow at the latest, we start our move, kicking Chen Er Gou's Family and the Wu Family right out of the game."

"Setting up the company is a trivial matter; I'm looking forward to your performance tomorrow, Luofeng," Chen Dali said.

Around one o'clock in the morning, with the help of a designated driver, Luofeng returned to Cloud View International.

Duanmu Yunji was too exhausted and still deeply asleep. Luofeng didn't disturb her. After all, horseback riding is also quite tiring.

「The next day.」

Around eight or nine in the morning, just as Luofeng woke up, he heard the sound of the piano from the living room. It seemed Duanmu Yunji was up first. No wonder he hadn't felt the familiar closeness of her Panda to his chest.

Luofeng began to wash up, then walked into the living room. As expected, he saw Duanmu Yunji playing the piano. She was dressed in a silk nightgown. Luofeng approached, standing behind her.

The piano music stopped abruptly. Then, for about half an hour, another professional-level performance unfolded.

Luofeng didn't know why, but her weight seemed just right for a professional-level performance.

"Have you had breakfast?" Luofeng's breathing was a bit heavy. Though ready for a professional-level performance at any time, it didn't mean Luofeng wasn't tired.

"Not yet. I was thinking of waiting for you, hmm!" Duanmu Yunji rolled her eyes at him.

Luofeng chuckled and took out his phone to order food. "Yunji, do you remember the last time I talked about donating pianos?"

"Oh?" Duanmu Yunji raised her eyebrow.

"Let's go ahead with that. We'll donate in our joint names. Let those sour grapes and yin and yang masters at the school know that your boyfriend is tall, handsome, and rich—a typical male god, not some pot-bellied middle-aged man."

"You're so full of yourself," Duanmu Yunji rolled her eyes again, leaning gently into Luofeng's arms.

Today's breakfast was still seafood-based, to replenish protein. After all, anyone who has read martial arts fiction knows that no matter how skilled you are, if you don't eat something to restore your energy, even someone without any martial arts skills could easily take you down.

But while Luofeng was eating breakfast, his phone displayed an unfamiliar number. An incoming call from an unknown number? Luofeng hesitated for a moment but answered it.

"Hello?"

"The package has been airdropped into Capital City. How would you like to receive it?" a deep voice asked.

"You arrange the location."

"Received!"

After that, Luofeng hung up the phone. Of course, 'package' was just a code word.

Duanmu Yunji curiously asked, "Do you have something to take care of?"

"Indeed I do, but it's a minor issue. Let's finish breakfast first, and then go pick out pianos," Luofeng said.

Duanmu Yunji looked at Luofeng, touched, and suddenly asked, "Luofeng, you love me, don't you?"

Luofeng pinched her cheek. "Otherwise?"

"Hmm!" Duanmu Yunji gave a coquettish hum. "Don't pinch my face."

The couple enjoyed a sweet breakfast. Then, Duanmu Yunji drove the BMW M8, heading towards Piano City.

About half an hour later, Luofeng arrived at a Yamaha Piano Specialty Store.

During their last discussion, Duanmu Yunji had already made up her mind. The Yamaha brand, considering its overall price, quality, timbre, and especially durability, was very suitable for the school. Yamaha pianos are relatively inexpensive and of good quality. Although money was no object for Luofeng, there was no need to donate a Steinway to the school, was there?

After some deliberation, Duanmu Yunji leaned towards choosing the Yamaha U series, because this series has always been the first choice for schools or musicians—ordinary piano enthusiasts, of course. If you're wealthy, then Steinway would be the choice.

There are three types in the U series:

The U1J costs around 55,000 Yuan.

The U1 costs 78,000 Yuan.

The U3 costs 90,000 Yuan.

Duanmu Yunji chose the cheapest, the U1J. Calculating for 30 units, the total would be about 1.65 million Yuan. Originally, Duanmu Yunji thought 1.65 million Yuan was a lot, but after easily spending 1.5 million at the mall yesterday, she suddenly felt that thirty pianos didn't seem so expensive.

Luofeng gave Duanmu Yunji's forehead a flick. "You, let's pick the U1 instead. We won't choose the worst, nor the best. Understand the 'doctrine of the mean'?"

The worst series could easily be scorned by those sour grapes; they can't afford it themselves, but that doesn't stop them from criticizing, does it? But with the most high-end, they'll also have something to say: 'Showing off? Donating such an expensive piano to a school?' So, the middle path it is. Then there'll be less for them to talk about. Yet, Luofeng thought they would probably still criticize. After all, no matter what you do, they'll find something to pick on. But Luofeng paid them no mind!

"Boss, we're looking to buy the U1 series. Is there any discount?"

The owner of Piano City, a refined middle-aged man, smiled. "Hello there, young man. The Yamaha U1 is a very outstanding piano. In its class, it has an exceptionally good sound and stable quality, and its durability is impressive. It's widely liked by musicians. We..."

"Alright, boss, stop... Don't elaborate. Just tell me how much of a discount you'll give," Luofeng cut him off.

This is Piano City, not Panjiayuan. Why the long sales pitch?

"I see you're quite knowledgeable. How about I knock off a little something for you?"

"Seventy thousand?" Luofeng thought for a moment. Is he offering an 8,000 Yuan discount?

"Ahem, young man, you're driving too hard a bargain. I meant I'd waive the eighty Yuan at the end," the owner laughed.

"That eighty Yuan, is that what you call 'a little something'?"

The owner forced a smile and said nothing.

"What if I buy several more?" Luofeng asked again.

The middle-aged man looked at Luofeng strangely. Pianos aren't cabbages. Who buys them in bulk like this? Is he kidding me?

"Young man, how many are you planning to buy? Are you looking to open a piano store or a practice studio? If it's for opening a store, you don't need such expensive pianos; we also have cheaper series," the owner said.

This owner? He seems pretty decent. He's even proactively making recommendations? Normally, in such cases, they recommend the models that give them the most profit.

"What's your surname, boss?"

"I'm Li Dingfang!" the owner replied.

"Ah, Mr. Li, good to meet you. I'm Luofeng. We're from the Official Music Academy. We're planning to purchase thirty pianos this time. What kind of discount can you offer us?" Luofeng asked directly, not beating around the bush.

"Thirty pianos?! But... a discount? Are you sure you mean a discount?" Li Dingfang's eyes did a quick roll as he posed the question. After all, a discount and a kickback are not the same thing.