Chapter 340: Chapter 340: Three Production Lines

"What did you say!"

"The plane is taxiing, it’s about to take off!"

The voice from the informant echoed through the speakerphone, and Matsuboto and Chi Lang simultaneously looked at the person in charge who had let the book fall to the ground.

At this moment, the word "regret" filled everyone’s hearts.

"Didn’t you say Jiang Cheng was playing mind games! What do we do now, how am I supposed to explain this to the higher-ups!"

Chi Lang frantically grabbed the person in charge by the neck, yelling, "You’re supposed to be a brain trust, damn it!"

Matsuboto wasn’t doing much better than Chi Lang, but his personal restraint kept him from getting physical.

How could it be so frustrating!

The cooked duck flew away!

The room was filled with Chi Lang’s roars and the muttering of the person in charge: Impossible, where did it go wrong, how could it be wrong.

"Oh my god——-"

A cry of "oh my god" came from the speakerphone, and Matsuboto promptly asked, "What’s happening?"

"The pl—-plane stopped!"

The informant’s words instantly lifted Matsuboto’s spirits, and the person in charge shoved Chi Lang aside, pretentiously picking up the book and glancing at Chi Lang.

Chi Lang didn’t have time to deal with that foolish brain trust, he turned and squatted on the ground, asking into the microphone, "Is Jiang Cheng’s plane back?"

"Yes."

"Did Jiang Cheng get off?"

Chi Lang continued to ask, but there was no response. After a while, the other side shouted again.

"There’s an emergency crew boarding!"

"Oh my god, someone was brought down on a stretcher."

"No wonder the plane stopped, a medical emergency."

The words "medical emergency" made Matsuboto and Chi Lang exchange glances.

"Is it someone from Jiang Cheng’s team?"

"No, it’s a person from country R, his face is pale, looks serious."

The informant described the situation over there.

Chi Lang and Matsuboto’s hearts, which had been eased, were now tense again.

It wasn’t a deliberate tactic used by Jiang Cheng, meaning she really intended to leave.

The person in charge, who was acting pretentious by reading the book, put it down once more.

An unexpected event occurred, Jiang Cheng really intended to leave.

Where did it go wrong?

As the three of them hesitated and wondered, the informant’s words came through again.

"They’re rescheduling the takeoff time... seems like it’s forty minutes later."

After hearing this, Matsuboto and Chi Lang made a decision on the spot.

"I don’t care what method you use, stop the plane from taking off, or tell Jiang Cheng we’re open to renegotiation."

Upon hearing this, the informant immediately took action.

Somehow, Jiang Cheng saw Chi Lang’s informant on the plane.

"President Jiang, Mr. Chi Lang is ready to renegotiate with you."

Jiang Cheng glanced up and asked, "Will the plane ticket be reimbursed?"

Informant: "..."

Of all the questions, they hadn’t expected her to ask this.

"Reimbursed!"

With that word, Jiang Cheng and her team disembarked from the plane, got into the car prepared by Chi Lang, and went to the place prepared for renegotiation.

When Chi Lang and Matsuboto saw Jiang Cheng again, their emotions were very complicated.

Chi Lang, for the first time, calmly asked Jiang Cheng.

"President Jiang, were you really going to leave?"

"Yes!"

That one word from Jiang Cheng made Chi Lang feel slightly relieved.

Jiang Cheng: It’s amazing... what they believe.

The group entered a large conference room and took their seats.

Matsuboto was the first to speak.

"President Jiang, we can sell you the production line at the originally agreed price, but... it still has to be a bundled sale, and you have to buy all three production lines."

Without a word, Jiang Cheng stood up and prepared to leave.

Matsuboto hurriedly stopped Jiang Cheng.

"President Jiang, please wait."

Jiang Cheng turned and looked at Matsuboto, saying, "Mr. Matsuboto, let’s not beat around the bush. I only want the food production line. Why would I buy the other two?"

Matsuboto also stood up.

"Jiang Cheng, you’ve already agreed to three times the price. Now I don’t need the triple price, just need you to buy the three production lines at the agreed price."

Jiang Cheng smiled in exasperation.

"Ah, the art of language."

"Anyone unaware would think you’re doing me a huge favor."

"It’s like I want to buy A for one hundred, but you want three hundred for A. I didn’t agree, and now you say one hundred for A but require buying two more, clearing an extra two hundred."

"Added all together, it’s still three hundred. There’s essentially no difference before and after. I also have to pay the shipping cost. Once I return to my country, what use are the unused production lines to me?"

Matsuboto was entirely unbothered by Jiang Cheng’s uncovering, and he disagreed, saying, "President Jiang, you can sell them to other manufacturers."

"I could sell them, but why would I introduce production lines to competitors? If not sold to Hua Xia, those abroad are more advanced and won’t purchase, so that route is blocked."

Matsuboto hadn’t expected Jiang Cheng’s response to be so quick.

Indeed, if her responses weren’t quick, she wouldn’t have managed to outsmart them again and again.

"President Jiang, we were the ones who mentioned the triple price."

Matsuboto reminded Jiang Cheng again that the triple price was what you agreed to.

Jiang Cheng laughed speechlessly.

"Mr. Matsuboto, if you had said this before I got on the plane, I would have agreed."

"But now, our positions have changed, because I know your desire to sell is greater than my desire to buy. The dominant position has shifted, and I think you realized this fact when you had someone ask us to get off the plane."

"The moment I disembarked, the triple price no longer existed."

Jiang Cheng had tightly grasped the psychological advantage, and Matsuboto and Chi Lang once again felt the sting of defeat.

Finally, the advisor stepped forward. He wore a mustache, wasn’t tall, and had an elder’s aura.

"President Jiang, you don’t know me, but I’ve always been a devoted enthusiast of Hua Xia culture."

"President Jiang, the moment you got off the plane also signified your determination to buy the production line. I don’t think you’re in a superior position."

"If anything, we are actually on equal footing."

The elder was incisive.

Jiang Cheng stared at the elder, paused in silence for a while, then looked at Matsuboto and Chi Lang.

"Let’s overturn everything and renegotiate."

"Alright!"

Chi Lang and Matsuboto agreed, and both parties sat down again.

It was called a negotiation, but it was really just bargaining.

They went back and forth, probing each other, clashing at every turn.

If one examined closely, it was really no different from a market haggler.

Over an hour of verbal jousting, Jiang Cheng agreed to purchase the bundled three production lines, but the price was only for two and a half production lines, her bottom line.

"This is my lowest price, no room for further concessions, not trying to scare you. As for the other two production lines, I’ll need to retrofit them to sell, which brings too many variables."

Chi Lang and Matsuboto’s task was to offload these three outdated production lines, and the price already exceeded their expectations.

They had hoped to overcharge Jiang Cheng, but their wish fell through, leaving their hearts somewhat hollow.

But then again, if Jiang Cheng had really flown away, they would have been even more uncomfortable.

Compared side by side, the two of them agreed to Jiang Cheng’s price.

Immediately, both parties signed the agreement, and Jiang Cheng arranged for her technical staff to inspect the production lines and organize the shipping.

As Jiang Cheng left the building, she closed her eyes, facing the sun.

Save one, take two, and strive for three, mission accomplished!