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

After hearing what Mr. Liu said, the other old men looked at each other quickly, with expressions of extreme horror on their faces.

Almost at the same time, they all cursed in their hearts: "This old Liu is really too evil! A military district actually needs so much food in a month. Is he planning to rebel?"

However, the reaction speed of these old men was quite fast. They thought, since Lao Liu had taken the lead and made such a high request, if they did not follow suit, wouldn't they lose a lot? Even if Lao Lin did not agree to give so many supplies in the end, it would not be a substantial loss for them.

Therefore, before Wang Haoran and Mr. Lin could open their mouths to express their opinions, these old men could no longer suppress their excitement. They slapped their thighs at the same time and shouted in unison: "Haha...haha...Old Liu, you are simply the worm in our stomachs! How do you know so clearly that the military region where I am located is short of so much food!"

After that, they all turned their gazes to Mr. Lin and said in unison: "Old Lin, we don't want more, just the same amount as Old Liu wants!"

On the other side, Wang Haoran and Mr. Lin stood there blankly as if they were struck by lightning, not yet recovered from the shock.

However, just as they were still in shock, the words of Zhao Lao and his men reached their ears again, like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts. The faces of the two men instantly became extremely gloomy, as if water could drip out of them.

Mr. Lin frowned and his lips trembled slightly, obviously extremely angry. But he suppressed his anger, walked slowly to the chair, sat down, picked up the teacup on the table, and slowly took a sip of hot tea, trying to calm himself down.

He kept telling himself in his heart: "Don't get angry, don't get angry. It's not worth it to get yourself hurt by anger. Your health is the capital of the revolution."

After taking a sip of tea, Mr. Lin leaned back in his chair, crossed his legs, and rocked the chair rhythmically. He looked relaxed and at ease, as if he had forgotten about the material matters.

Wang Haoran, who was standing by, also shut up silently when he saw Mr. Lin like this, and said no more. He also picked up a cup of tea, blew away the hot air on the surface, and then tasted it in small sips.

However, unlike Mr. Lin, although Wang Haoran appeared calm on the surface, his heart was already in turmoil. He secretly complained in his heart: "These old guys are really asking for too much! Do they really think this material is cabbage? They actually asked for 2,000 tons at once!"

At this time, Liu and his companions were watching Grandpa Lin and Wang Haoran, the two responsible persons, drinking tea leisurely and having no reaction to the quantity of supplies they proposed, and they couldn't help feeling extremely anxious.

Mr. Liu couldn't help but take a step forward and asked anxiously, "Old Lin, what do you think of the number I just mentioned? Give me an answer!"

Mr. Lin seemed to have not heard anything, and continued to leisurely pick up the teacup and sip the tea. His calm and unhurried appearance made Mr. Liu beside him unable to control his temper.

Just as Mr. Liu was about to say something again, Mr. Lin suddenly tilted his head slightly, glanced at Mr. Liu and the others, and said unhappily, "Huh! You ask me what I think? I'll just sit and watch, do you think I have to stand and watch? I called you here with good intentions to discuss something, but look at you all, you don't even look like you're talking about business? Even the aunties buying vegetables on the street are not as calculating as you are. Even the people in Taiwan can hear your calculations!"

When Liu Lao and his companions heard this, they didn't even blush. Instead, they said bitterly, "Old Lin, there's nothing we can do about this! Those kids are here to defend their country. We can't let them train on an empty stomach!"

"If that's the case, are we still human? There was no other way before, but now there is a way. Shouldn't I try my best to feed them?"

"Hehe...hehe...you are all smart people, why are you playing Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio? You ask for two thousand tons as soon as you open your mouth. How about I ask someone to check how many people are there in your military region? Do you really think it's my business? If there are really so many people, I will sell everything I have to get them for you, okay?" Old Master Lin glared at the old men.

After hearing what Mr. Lin said, Mr. Liu and the others knew that it was meaningless to continue pretending. After all, the specific number of people in each military region was confidential information. But if Mr. Lin really disregarded everything and risked being severely punished to investigate the matter, with his connections and means, it would be easy for him to find out the truth.

Then, Mr. Liu and the others exchanged glances, then smiled awkwardly, and said, "Oh, Mr. Lin, don't get angry. Actually, we don't have to ask for 2,000 tons. Isn't it time for everyone to sit down and discuss it together? How about this, let's each take a step back and ask for only 1,500 tons? Is that okay?"

However, just as they finished their words, Mr. Lin, who was originally sitting on the chair, suddenly became furious and jumped up from his seat. His wrinkled face turned red with anger.

He widened his eyes, pointed at the noses of Old Liu and the others and cursed: "Get out! Get out! Don't come to me again! 1500 fucking tons? You are just daydreaming! Get out of here right now!" As he said that, Old Master Lin stretched out his hands without saying a word, as if to push these ungrateful guys out.

Old Liu and several other people looked nervously at the angry and livid Old Man Lin in front of them. They all knew in their hearts that they had really pissed off Old Man Lin this time.

They quickly grabbed Mr. Lin's shaking hands, trying to calm his excitement. They put on a flattering smile and said in a gentle voice, "Hey... Mr. Lin, look at you, why are you so anxious? Didn't we agree before that everything can be discussed and negotiated? You should give us a specific number! You are not satisfied with what we say, but you are unwilling to give a specific number. This really makes it difficult for us."

After hearing this, Mr. Lin was still furious. He picked up the teacup and took a big gulp of strong tea, as if the tea could extinguish the anger burning in his heart.

After drinking, he roared with gritted teeth, full of anger: "Humph! 200 tons for each military region, not a ton more! Take it or leave it, if you don't want it, get out of here right now!"

When Mr. Liu heard this, he instantly exploded like a flaming gunpowder barrel. He jumped up and pointed at Mr. Lin and shouted, "Hey! Old Lin, we are sincerely asking you to name a price, not to talk nonsense here! I have always had a bad temper. If I hadn't been giving in to you for the sake of your grandson, I would have turned against you long ago! If you really push me to the limit... humph!"

"Oh? What else can you do if I push you into a corner?" Old Man Lin raised his eyebrows and glanced at Old Man Liu with a playful look on his face, as if he didn't take him seriously at all.

Old Liu stiffened his neck, steeled his resolve, and shouted in all his might, "If you piss me off, I...I'll come to your doorstep every day to block you off! I'll eat, drink, poop, and urinate in your house. At worst, I'll go through the retirement procedures early and fight you to the end!"

"Come if you want. Why should I be afraid of you? I can just retire. Do you think you can scare me like that?" When Mr. Lin heard this, his face flushed with anger. His chest rose and fell violently, and he looked like an enraged lion. He stared at Mr. Liu, who was also furious, with his eyes wide open. He did not flinch.

Seeing these two respected and powerful old men bickering like children, Wang Haoran couldn't help but feel overwhelmed, with a helpless look on his face. He took a deep breath, walked forward quickly, and tried to calm the dispute.

"Mr. Liu, Grandpa Lin, let's talk it over nicely. Don't get angry. We are all family, why should we ruin the relationship over such a small matter?" Wang Haoran persuaded in a gentle tone.

Hearing Wang Haoran's words, Mr. Liu snorted coldly and said, "I'll give you a favor, Xiao Wang." After that, he turned around, walked towards the chair next to him and sat down.

On the other side, Mr. Lin had no intention of giving in, and still said angrily: "Hmph, does my grandson really need your face?" After saying that, he raised his chin in a demonstrative manner, his eyes full of provocation.

Upon hearing this, Mr. Liu wanted to stand up, but the other old men next to him quickly pushed Mr. Liu back on the chair. Seeing this, Mr. Lin turned around and sat on the chair like a victorious rooster with his mouth raised high.

And Liu Lao's men also let go of Liu Lao.

Then, the two old men picked up the teacups on the table at the same time and drank from them in big gulps. Gurgle gurgle... the tea flowed down their throats, making waves of sound.

After drinking, they simultaneously placed their teacups heavily on the table, making a crisp sound. Wang Haoran could only smile bitterly and shook his head, then quickly picked up the teapot and filled the two old men with tea again.

After everything was done, Wang Haoran spoke carefully: "Old gentlemen, can you please have a good chat calmly? If you two keep being so deadlocked, I will be in a dilemma! Besides, you have asked for so many things, I really can't give them to you!"

Old Liu curled his lips and said, "We don't want much!"

Hearing this, Mr. Lin said jokingly: "You didn't ask for much, but you asked for 2,000 tons, and then 1,500 tons. Do you really think this is water?"

"What about you? I said we could negotiate, but you asked for 200 tons right away. Are you treating a beggar like that?" Old Liu retorted.