Tycoon: I can see the goddess's wish list

"I'm quite certain, I want the discount!" Luofeng said resolutely.

"Well then, if it's a discount you want, in consideration of the music school, if you pay in one lump sum, then the 8,000 odd amount we just mentioned will be waived."

"Seventy thousand?"

"Yes," Li Dingfang said. "Thin profit margins but high turnover, right? We might not sell one piano at this price, but thirty? Definitely doable."

"You have them in stock?"

"Of course! The entire Capital City is huge; thirty U1 pianos? We can easily source them... but it will take about two hours... Is that okay, Mr. Luo?" Li Dingfang's form of address had also changed.

"That's fine. Mr. Li, you're quite confident, aren't you? To even mention the details of sourcing the pianos openly, aren't you afraid I'll shop around?" Luofeng said with a smile.

"The lowest price you'll find elsewhere will be the same as ours. We're all in the same trade; where's the room for much trickery?" Li Dingfang replied with a smile. "We can promise you price protection for a month if you find another place that offers a lower one."

Luofeng chuckled. "Interesting, Mr. Li."

This price protection... It's like something you'd see on an e-commerce platform. This way, people don't have to worry about overpaying.

"Okay, I'll pay you five hundred thousand now. Please source the pianos as quickly as possible. It would be best if you could deliver them to the school by today."

"No problem."

"Then let's use the card."

Luofeng nodded, handing over his bank card.

As Mr. Li processed the payment, Luofeng asked, "Yunji, could you contact Teacher Lin about this? I'll leave it to you to decide what to say, alright?"

Duanmu Yunji pinched his waist.

"AH?" Luofeng yelped. "What are you doing?"

"I thought I was dreaming?"

"Then why don't you pinch yourself?"

"No~ I'm afraid of pain," Duanmu Yunji cooed.

Makes sense! She really is afraid of pain.

Luofeng inwardly huffed. Hmph, this long-legged girl! Just you wait!

After Luofeng had paid the five hundred thousand, he received a call from the Zhongyi Tang Company.

"The package has arrived at the designated location. The specific address will be sent via message."

After hanging up, Luofeng told Duanmu Yunji, "Yunji, I need to take care of something for a little while. You head home by yourself for now, and please explain the situation to your teacher, okay?"

Luofeng's package... it must be Zhou Xiaofeng!

Duanmu Yunji asked with a hint of reluctance, "When will you be back?"

"I need to deal with some things first, then I'll discuss it with Chen Dali and the others. If I don't return by noon, I'll definitely be back in the afternoon to go with you for the piano donation," Luofeng pinched her cheek.

"Do you want me to drive you?" Duanmu Yunji nodded.

"No need. Just drive home safely. If anyone tries to hit on you, don't be polite; just shut them down."

"Don't worry. When it comes to the Yin and Yang skill, you're my master."

"Cheeky!" Luofeng rolled his eyes. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Luofeng left Piano City.

He glanced at the address sent by Zhongyi Tang. It was the Keely Hotel, so Luofeng took a taxi there.

When he entered the room, there were three people inside. One was Zhou Xiaofeng, pacing anxiously. The other two had utterly unremarkable, average faces—the kind you'd lose in any crowd. These two, of course, were Luofeng's bodyguards.

"Zhou Xiaofeng?" Luofeng inquired.

"Who are you?" Zhou Xiaofeng asked.

Meanwhile, the personnel from the Zhongyi Tang Company nodded at Luofeng. One of them took up a position by the main door, while the other moved to the edge of the living room, protecting Luofeng from both inside and out.

"Please sit."

Luofeng had, of course, booked the room and instructed them to wait here. The Zhongyi Tang Company had arranged everything, so Luofeng simply had to show up.

"Who on earth are you, and why are you looking for me? What exactly happened to my parents?"

"You should know Wu Yufan, right?" Luofeng said slowly, his calm a stark contrast to the other man's agitation.

"We've known each other since we were kids, but he's dead... Was it... you...?" Zhou Xiaofeng stared intently at Luofeng.

"So, it seems you know who I am too?"

"What do you want from me? If you're after the gold mine, I'm telling you, it's impossible!" Zhou Xiaofeng said coldly.

"Why is that?"

"No reason. I know you killed Wu Yufan and even staged a car accident, but do you think I'm afraid of death?" Zhou Xiaofeng still sneered.

"Your parents also died in a car accident, didn't they?" Luofeng asked.

Hearing this, Zhou Xiaofeng's expression changed. He clenched his teeth, glaring at Luofeng.

"If you're trying to enrage me, congratulations, you've succeeded!"

Luofeng chuckled, took out his phone, tapped on it a few times, then placed it on the coffee table. "Take a look for yourself!"

"Oh?" Zhou Xiaofeng was slightly taken aback and picked up the phone.

A video? He immediately tapped play.

...

"What is fate?"

In the video, Wu Yufan was in a car, filming himself.

"I don't believe in any kind of fate!"

"My fate is in my hands, not heaven's!"

"Now, it's time for me to control fate! Those two old geezers refused to hand over the gold mine to us, so they can just go die."

After filming himself, Wu Yufan switched the camera to point out the car window. Outside the window was an intersection. An Audi SUV was driving through it. A dump truck approached from the side. Even though the traffic light was red, the dump truck showed no signs of slowing down.

BANG!

The dump truck slammed directly into the Audi. The Audi was sent flying.

"Hahaha! Those two old geezers, still not dead yet?" Wu Yufan laughed maniacally, then ended the recording.

After Zhou Xiaofeng finished watching, he silently played it again. He then watched it three full times. Finally, he took a deep breath.

"Is this real?"

Luofeng said, "There are three more videos after this, all from security cameras at that intersection. See for yourself."

Soon, Zhou Xiaofeng began to look through the videos on the phone. Just as Luofeng had said, there were three videos, each from a different traffic camera. The closest one had even captured Wu Fanyu's license plate number.

After Zhou Xiaofeng finished watching, he quietly put down the phone.

"You and Wu Yufan were childhood friends; you should recognize his license plate. So, the video can't be fake, right?" Luofeng stated.

Zhou Xiaofeng remained silent.

"Regarding your family's cooperation with the Wu Family on the gold mine—were you completely unaware of that?"

He still remained silent.

Luofeng continued, "Did you really not know what kind of person Wu Yufan was?"

"Previously, when he was in Capital City, he bribed three members of a street racing gang to try and run me down. You probably don't know about that. But I can provide you with evidence, both official and private," Luofeng said.

"I want to see your evidence! I don't believe Wu Fanyu is that kind of person," Zhou Xiaofeng finally spoke.

Luofeng snapped his fingers.

One of the security personnel brought over a manila envelope.