Chapter 905: That Little Money Isn’t Even What I Make in a Minute!

With that, Wang Yun rose to his feet, putting on the air of someone ready to leave because the terms could not be settled.

The men seated there were all titans of the business world. There was no way they could fail to see through such a simple ploy.

But what did it matter if they saw through it?

They genuinely wanted to work with Wang Yun. Otherwise, they would never have thrown Blood Banquet’s shares on the table so readily. They knew perfectly well that even a single percent of Blood Banquet was worth several hundred million a year in dividends alone, let alone six percent.

In their eyes, Wang Yun did not really want twenty percent. He was simply haggling.

What they never imagined, however, was that Wang Yun was not trying to raise the price at all.

He was only stalling for time.

But everyone seated at that table was a giant in business, a person so blindly confident in his own judgment that it bordered on arrogance.

None of them would ever believe that they, too, could misread someone so completely.

Every so often, Wang Yun’s hand brushed the small raised point on his ring, quietly sending signal after signal to Samson and the others.

Curt and the rest merely assumed he was waiting for them to make a decision. They held their ground for a while, neither side showing the slightest intention of giving way.

Then Curt, seated at the head of the table, suddenly laughed.

“Haha. Young man, what nerve. To remain this calm and unshaken even in front of old hands like us. You truly are a rare business prodigy.”

The others quickly chimed in.

“Exactly, exactly. Old Curt, just look at how composed he is. Doesn’t he remind you of yourself when you were young?”

The smile on Curt’s face deepened even further. Looking at Wang Yun, who was still standing there, he said, “Brother Wang Yun, sit down. Let’s talk. Whatever it is, we can discuss it properly.”

The others joined in as well.

“That’s right, Brother Wang Yun, don’t be in such a hurry. Sit down and let’s talk it over.”

“Exactly, exactly. No need to rush off. We can discuss the terms.”

Seeing that they were all trying to keep him there, Wang Yun simply walked back to his seat and sat down again.

“So, you’re agreeing to my terms?”

Even Wang Yun found it a little hard to believe.

Were they actually willing to accept something this outrageous?

Curt smiled at him.

“Brother Wang Yun, since we’re all speaking as brothers here, let’s be frank. Twenty percent is absolutely impossible.”

Wang Yun made as if to rise again, impatience clear in his voice.

“If it’s impossible, then why are you still trying to keep me here?”

Curt immediately raised a hand.

“But don’t be impatient, Brother Wang Yun. You’re a talent, and we’re committed to being sincere. If you’re still not satisfied after this, then there’s nothing we can do.”

At that, Wang Yun folded his arms and asked in a mildly teasing tone,

“Then let’s hear it. What exactly is this utmost sincerity of yours?”

Curt looked at him and, with an air of deliberate gravity, raised both hands.

“Ten percent of the shares. And each of us will give you a salary of 200,000. Well? Brother Wang Yun, I’d say that’s sincere enough, wouldn’t you?” Curt asked with a hint of pride.

In his own estimation, no other organization or club could possibly offer terms better than theirs.

Wang Yun looked at him and deliberately put on an expression of pleased surprise.

“You mean that?”

Curt nodded, then reached behind him, took out another contract, and handed it over.

“As long as you sign your name on this contract, Brother Wang Yun, you’ll be one of Blood Banquet’s own from this day forward.”

Wang Yun took the contract and opened it, reading it carefully.

It explicitly stated that he would hold ten percent of Blood Banquet’s shares and receive a monthly payment of two hundred thousand. So this was the very highest offer they had been able to agree on after all their discussions.

As Wang Yun read the contract, he pressed the signal transmitter hard several times.

Inwardly, he was already cursing Samson for being unreliable.

It had been this long, and they still had not arrived. If they did not get here soon, he was going to end up signing away his life.

Meanwhile, the man Wang Yun was cursing kept rubbing his nose, sneezing over and over.

Rodney, standing nearby, could not help asking with concern, “Captain, did you catch a chill last night?”

Samson also found it strange. He had not caught a chill at all. Then he lowered his gaze and saw the signal receiver in his hand.

That brat Wang Yun must be cursing me.

It really was not Samson’s fault he had taken so long.

Blood Banquet’s security was simply too tight.

For the dozens of men under his command to quietly take down all those bodyguards without alerting anyone had taken no small amount of effort.

The moment he received the signal, he knew it had to mean that the bosses of Blood Banquet were finally gathered in one place.

Excited, he picked up the radio and called Rodney back.

Once the man returned, Samson personally led the entire team toward the entrance to Blood Banquet.

Every single one of them was equipped with a tranquilizer gun.

When dealing with a place as notorious as Blood Banquet, taking people alive was clearly more important. So the team took the elevator down, and the moment the doors opened, they ran into two bodyguards stationed there.

To keep them from sending out a warning,

Samson and Rodney exchanged a glance, then fired at the same time—one shot from the left, one from the right.

The two tranquilizer darts hit cleanly, and both bodyguards dropped on the spot.

When it came to working together, no one could match the two of them.