Elf, I am really a farmer

At this moment, Wen Qi sat up straight, his eyes calm and firm, looking directly at Zhou Zhen, and said slowly:

"Boss Zhou, I'm not short of money, so I just want to exchange something for this energy cube. The price of the item will be calculated according to the market price. What do you think?"

He spoke in a steady and powerful voice, without the slightest hesitation or delay. His hands rested naturally on the armrests, and he looked very confident.

When Zhou Zhen heard this, his body suddenly stiffened, the smile on his face froze instantly, and a trace of astonishment and embarrassment flashed in his eyes.

His brows were tightly furrowed, and he licked his lips subconsciously. His throat rolled slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but was speechless for a moment.

He rubbed his hands nervously on his knees, his fingers trembling slightly, and he secretly groaned in his heart:

"What should we do? Wenqi doesn't want money, he only wants things, but these days, many precious things are out of stock. If we use things to exchange, the family's inventory will definitely not be able to support it. This transaction is likely to put us in great trouble."

Zhou Zhen lowered his head slightly, his eyes flickering. After a moment of silence, he raised his head with a hint of pleading in his eyes and said in a slightly dry voice:

"Boss Wen, I need to ask for your instructions on this matter. Can you wait for me for a moment?"

He spoke carefully, afraid of accidentally angering Wen Qi, and as he spoke he leaned forward slightly, putting on a respectful gesture.

Wen Qi nodded gently, his face still maintaining that indifferent expression, but his eyes revealed a sharp insight into everything.

He raised his hand and made a casual gesture, and said in a calm tone:

"Please go ahead, Boss Zhou. I can wait."

After saying this, he leaned back in his chair again, picked up the teacup, and took a sip. His movements were still elegant and calm, as if everything in this was within his expectations.

When Zhou Zhen heard this, he felt as if he had been pardoned. He quickly stood up, and the friction between the chair and the ground made a harsh sound.

His movements seemed a little flustered. He nodded and bowed to Wen Qi, then hurriedly took out his cell phone from his pocket and hurried aside.

He turned his back to Wen Qi, his fingers sliding quickly across the screen of his mobile phone, dialing the number. Beads of sweat on his forehead slid down his cheeks, but he was completely unaware.

He lowered his voice, his tone full of anxiety and helplessness, and said to the other end of the phone:

"Dad, Wenqi said he doesn't want money, he just wants things in exchange, what should I do?"

As he spoke, he kept glancing in Wen Qi's direction, fearing that he might hear the conversation.

A low voice came from the other end of the phone. Zhou Zhen listened carefully, nodded from time to time, and the expression on his face kept changing with the other party's words.

His brows were sometimes furrowed and sometimes relaxed, and his mouth was slightly opening and closing, as if he was discussing countermeasures intensely with the other party.

Wen Qi sat there, quietly looking at Zhou Zhen's back, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

He thought to himself: "Although the forces behind Zhou Zhen are not simple, I want to see what they can offer in exchange.

I have absolute control over this transaction."

After saying that, he put down the teacup, crossed his hands in front of his chest, his eyes showing a hint of expectation and confidence, and waited for Zhou Zhen's response.

Zhou Zhen stood in the corner, his fingers nervously grasping the mobile phone, beads of sweat the size of beans rolling down his forehead, his eyes full of anxiety and uneasiness.

The moment the phone call was connected, his voice trembled a little: "Dad, Wenqi...he doesn't want money, he insists on exchanging things."

General Zhou was silent for a moment on the other end of the phone, and then a heavy sigh came from him, and the sound seemed to carry endless troubles:

“This is tricky.

How can we easily give away those precious things? If we exchange them all, our family's wealth will be emptied out. We can't agree to all of them."

There was unquestionable determination in his tone, and his mind was rapidly considering various countermeasures.

Zhou Zhen listened obediently and nodded continuously, his eyes full of anticipation for his father's decision.

"Dad, what should we do?"

His voice was almost pleading.

General Zhou thought for a moment and said slowly:

"At most, it's half the money and half the goods. This is the bottom line. We can't give in any further.

The rest depends on your own ability. Try to get favorable conditions as much as possible."

His voice was steady and powerful, carrying the authority of someone who had been through the business world for a long time.

Zhou Zhen received the instructions and breathed a sigh of relief, with a glimmer of hope in his eyes:

"Okay, Dad, I want to know."

He hung up the phone, wiped the sweat from his face with his hand, took a deep breath, and tried to calm himself down.

He turned around and returned to his seat, his steps a little more steady than before.

When you sit down, the chair makes a slight "creaking" sound as it rubs against the ground.

He straightened his back and looked at Wen Qi. Although there was still a hint of nervousness in his eyes, he felt more confident.

"Boss Wen, if we have to pay with goods, I'm afraid we won't be able to handle it.

We can exchange 70% of the money for 30% of the goods. What do you think of this, Mr. Wen?"

His voice was louder than before, his eyes showed a hint of expectation and temptation, and he placed his hands on the table, tapping on it unconsciously, making a rhythmic "tapping" sound.

Wen Qi frowned slightly, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes.

He shook his head slightly, his tone cold:

“I don’t think so.

I know you want to bargain, so how about this, just one price, half the money and half the goods.

The things include various instruments, medicinal materials, precious supplies, and Pokémon that I need.

If there is no problem, then that's it. This is my bottom line anyway. If you don't agree, forget it."

He folded his hands across his chest, his expression serious, and stared at Zhou Zhen firmly, exuding an unquestionable aura.

Zhou Zhen was caught off guard by Wen Qi's directness, and a hint of hesitation and struggle flashed in his eyes.

His lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to argue a few more words, but when he saw Wen Qi's determination, he swallowed his words back.

He was struggling fiercely in his heart:

“Although 70% money and 30% goods is better, Wenqi’s attitude is so strong. If the stalemate continues, this deal will probably fall through.

Half money and half things, although it is a bit painful, it is still above the bottom line after all."

Finally, Zhou Zhen gritted his teeth, nodded vigorously, and forced a smile on his face:

"Okay, Boss Wen, I'll do as you say."

There was a hint of helplessness in his voice.

When Wen Qi saw Zhou Zhen agreed, a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He stood up with an upright posture, and his aura became relaxed and happy.

He held out his hand, with a sincere smile in his eyes:

"Pleasant to work with."

His voice was bright and enthusiastic, and his arms were stretched forward firmly.

Seeing this, Zhou Zhen also hurriedly stood up. His movements were a little slow, and there was still a trace of confusion in his eyes.

He slowly stretched out his hand, held Wen Qi's hand, and shook it gently:

"Pleasant to work with."

His voice was a little dry and the smile on his face was not very natural.

At this moment, a subtle atmosphere filled the room, with both the ease of a deal being done and the solemnity of both parties' respective thoughts.