Siheyuan: With the system in hand, the world is mine

When the others heard the old man say this, their jaws almost dropped in surprise, especially those who had just been threatening to deal with Wang Haoran. At this moment, their hearts were filled with mixed feelings, including relief, fear, and envy.

If Wang Haoran really did what the old man said, then from now on, anyone who wanted to attack him again would have to think carefully about his own consequences.

For a moment, the expressions of these people became extremely ugly, changing unpredictably like chameleons, which made the military personnel unable to help but laugh secretly.

However, the old man didn't care about their reaction. Even if he saw it, he probably wouldn't take it to heart. He smiled at Mr. Lin and said gently, "Mr. Lin, there's no need to be like this. If the boy can accept this condition, it would be the best. But if he refuses, it's actually no big deal. After all, his current price is not high."

After saying this, the old man turned around and looked at everyone present. His voice was calm but carried unquestionable authority: "Now that a consensus has been reached, you may adjourn the meeting." After saying this, he turned around and left first, his steps steady and powerful.

After the old man left, the military personnel walked up to Mr. Lin with a smile, patted him on the shoulder, and congratulated him with a smile: "Old Lin, congratulations! You have really come to the fore this time. I wonder how many people will come to curry favor with you for supplies in the future?"

Mr. Lin smiled slightly, but he did not get carried away. He knew that other people in the military also made great efforts for Wang Haoran, so he thanked them:

"Thanks to everyone today, otherwise that kid would be in trouble. So... I'll treat you and we can have a good drink."

"We've helped you so much, and yet you just send us away with a drink. Are we so worthless?" Upon hearing this, the military men were immediately annoyed. They glared at each other, as if to show that you looked down on them.

"That's right! Lao Lin, we risked our lives to help you, how could you treat us like this?" said a military personnel dissatisfiedly.

"Old Lin, you are so unkind. You want to send us away with just a drink. Isn't this bullying?" Another military personnel echoed.

Although the others didn't say anything, they were glaring at Old Man Lin, as if to say that if he didn't satisfy them, he would have no chance of surviving.

Seeing the malicious looks of the few people, Mr. Lin's heart tightened, as if he thought of something terrible, and a trace of uneasiness flashed through his heart. But these people in front of him did make a great contribution to Wang Haoran's matter. If he didn't give them a satisfactory explanation, he would probably not let it go.

Helplessly, Mr. Lin could only let himself be slaughtered like meat on a chopping board. Finally, he sighed and said helplessly: "Then what do you want? Draw a line. As long as I can do it, I will definitely satisfy you."

"It's good to hear you say that. I know that you, Old Lin, are a nice person. My request is not high. I just want your grandson to sell 1.8 million kilograms of supplies to our war zone every month." The first person who opposed dealing with Wang Haoran stood up and said, with a smug look on his face, as if to say that I am a nice person and I don't ask for much.

Hearing this ridiculous request, Mr. Lin took a deep breath and looked at the man with the big mouth in disbelief and said, "Old Li, where were your cabbages? You want so many?"

When the others heard that Lao Li wanted so many supplies, they also showed an eager look and shouted, "Lao Lin, don't worry, what about us?"

"Seven or eight million kilograms will be enough for me."

"And I want nine million kilograms..."

"Lao Lin, I only need five million kilograms."

"I want 6 million kilograms. It's OK if I have less than Lao Zhang..."

Everyone was talking about their needs at the same time, as if this was not an important matter, but a bargain in the vegetable market.

Hearing that Old Sun wanted 6 million jin, Old Wang glared at the capable old man in front of him and said, "Fuck, Old Sun, you only have so few people, why do you want so many supplies?"

"Wang Mazi, what do you care about me? Supplies are so scarce, can't I prepare them?" Old Sun said unconvinced, then looked at Old Master Lin and said, "Old Lin, just tell me if it's okay or not!"

At this time, Mr. Lin had already been stunned by such a huge number that he didn't hear anyone else's shouting at all.

"Old Lin, don't play dumb. Give me an answer." Looking at Mr. Lin's dazed look, Mr. Li shouted loudly.

Finally, Elder Lin was brought back to reality by Elder Li's rough voice. Looking at the people in front of him with gleaming eyes, Elder Lin instantly felt like he had fallen into a wolf's den. He said unhappily, "Everyone, I don't even know how much supplies that kid has. You all want so much. What's the point of me promising you? If you can't give it to you by then, are you going to cut me into pieces?"

After hearing this, everyone thought it made sense, but they were also a little unwilling. After all, who doesn't want their military region to get more? Finally, the hot-tempered Mr. Li stood up and said, "Then what do you want to do? Are you asking us to help you for nothing?"

Elder Lin knew that Elder Li had a straightforward temper, so he didn't take it seriously. So he suggested, "Why don't I go back and ask that little bastard how much supplies he has? No matter what, I'll ask him to leave a share for each of your military regions. What do you think?" After saying that, Elder Lin looked at everyone, waiting for their response.

After hearing this proposal, everyone agreed. Although this might result in less supplies for each person, at least they would not return empty-handed.

"Well, we'll do as you say, but if you give us too little, Old Lin, don't blame us for bullying your grandson."

When Elder Lin heard this, he seemed to have thought of a group of old men in their sixties and seventies bullying their grandson. He couldn't help but cough and said, "Don't worry, we are all in the same system. How can I do such a thing?"

In the steel rolling mill, Wang Haoran suddenly sneezed twice loudly, which made him feel confused and surprised.

After all, since his body was strengthened, he generally didn't get sick easily. He frowned, touched his nose, and thought to himself: "My body should be very healthy, it's impossible for me to catch a cold easily... Is there someone talking about me behind my back?"

This thought flashed through his mind, but he quickly rejected it. After all, he couldn't think of anyone who would pay so much attention to him.

So he shook his head and smiled self-deprecatingly: "Maybe it's just a coincidence, or maybe it's because I'm so handsome that those young girls are crazy about me again?" Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, revealing a smug smile.

However, no matter how hard he racked his brains, he could not guess that at this moment he had become the focus of attention of several old men who could make the entire city tremble with just a stomp of their feet.

These old people are of prominent identities and respected status. If Wang Haoran knew that they were targeting him, he would probably be scared out of his wits and at a loss.