Dragon Head Supreme Chapter 192
Chapter 192: You Gotta Leave a Deposit
The big guy followed Chen Xue Wen and Ding Three into the office, where he signed a contract admitting that he was the one who had broken the porcelain piece.
He wasn’t stupid, though. He read through every single line before putting his signature on it, making sure there were no hidden traps. Once the ink dried, he shot a smug look at Chen Xue Wen.
“Alright, Boss Chen, the contract’s signed. I already called in a third-party evaluator to check the piece.”
“If there’s nothing else, I’m gonna head out and have some fun.” He sneered. “Got a streak going on my machine—I ain’t about to let it go cold.”
The message was clear: he wasn’t done causing trouble. He’d be back, messing around, making sure Chen Xue Wen couldn’t run his business in peace.
Chen Xue Wen didn’t react, just nodded with an easy smile. “You’re always welcome to play here, of course.”
“But before you go, there’s just one little thing we need to settle.”
The man’s brow furrowed. “What thing?”
Chen Xue Wen grinned. “Since you signed the contract admitting you broke the porcelain…”
“Shouldn’t you leave a deposit?”
The man blinked. “A deposit? What deposit?”
“The value of the porcelain, of course.” Chen Xue Wen’s smile didn’t waver. “You already admitted it’s on you, so it’s only fair you leave something behind. Otherwise, what if you just walk out of here and disappear?”
“After all,” he added with a knowing look, “you already tried to bolt once, didn’t you?”
The man’s face twisted. “You… You’re talking nonsense!”
“I already called in a third-party to appraise it. Why the hell would I run?”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled. “People wear masks, my friend. Who knows if you’re just stalling for time so you can slip away?”
“This ain’t just some cheap trinket—it’s a three-million-yuan blue-and-white porcelain piece. That’s big money. So, for my peace of mind, I’m gonna need that deposit.”
The guy’s face turned as dark as a storm cloud. He was starting to see it now—he’d walked straight into a trap. Chen Xue Wen had never planned on letting him off easy.
Grinding his teeth, he spat, “How much?”
Chen Xue Wen shrugged. “Three million. That’s the piece’s value, so the deposit’s gotta match.”
The man exploded. “You might as well just rob me!”
“You really think that thing is worth three million?”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled. “I don’t know if it is or isn’t.”
“But we brought in a third-party to check, didn’t we? We’ll have an answer soon enough.”
“Until then, we have to go by the owner’s valuation.”
“So, what’s it gonna be? Card or cash?”
The man looked ready to tear his own hair out. His whole body shook with fury as he realized just how deep he’d been played.
He roared, “Just because he says it’s three million, it is?!”
Chen Xue Wen stayed calm. “There’s an official appraisal document. Third-party evaluation. Stamped and signed.”
The man’s voice rose. “That could be some random printout with a fake seal! How can that be proof?”
“We’ll find out soon enough.” Chen Xue Wen leaned back, smiling like a wolf watching a trapped sheep. “But until we do, we go by what’s on the paper.”
The man trembled with rage. “Chen Xue Wen… You… You’re blackmailing me!”
Chen Xue Wen chuckled. “Brother, now that’s just an ugly word to use.”
The goods? You were the one who smashed them. The third-party inspection? Your idea.
The contract? You signed it.
I’m just arguing my case. How does that make me a crook?
The burly man clenched his teeth. “I… I ain’t wasting words on you!”
“Fine, then I’ll call the law. Let the enforcement squad deal with this!”
Chen Xue Wen gave a lazy smile. “Sounds good.”
“That’s exactly what I was thinking.”
“But the enforcement squad still has to follow the law, don’t they?”
He turned to Ding Three with an easy grin. “When they get here, make sure you remind them—until the third-party inspection results come in, our friend here needs to put down thirty million as collateral.”
“Otherwise, they can just lock him up. Wouldn’t want him skipping town.”
Ding Three grinned and nodded. “No problem. Thirty million? No way I’m letting him walk just like that.”
Chen Xue Wen’s smile remained, but his gaze suddenly locked onto the burly man. “Oh, that reminds me…”
“The inspection agency we contacted? I think it’s overseas.”
“Tsk, back and forth… that could take, what, a year? Maybe longer?”
Ding Three burst into laughter. “That’s fine. If he gets locked up for a year, so be it. Doesn’t bother me!”
The burly man felt his stomach drop. [It doesn’t bother you, but it damn sure bothers me!]
He knew bringing in the enforcement squad wouldn’t be easy. The contract was clear—he had signed it, admitted to it. As long as Ding Three refused to acknowledge their own inspection results, this mess could drag on for who knows how long.
Even if the enforcement squad got an official inspection done, that would still take time.
And with the New Year approaching fast, the last thing he wanted was to spend it locked in a cell.
His panic mounted. He saw Chen Xue Wen reaching for his phone, ready to make the call.
“W-wait!” he stammered. “Let me make a call first.”
Chen Xue Wen’s smile was light. “Sure, go ahead.”
He knew. The man had finally caved. He was calling Sun Guo Bin.
The burly man stepped aside, made his call, and soon returned, his face dark as coal. Gritting his teeth, he spat, “Chen Xue Wen, you’ve got guts.”
“Young Master Sun says we’re leaving. Now.”
Chen Xue Wen watched him with amusement. “And? Sun Guo Bin must’ve had other conditions.”
The man gave him a long look before his voice dropped. “Chen Xue Wen, you really are something.”
“Yeah. Young Master Sun wants you to join him for dinner tonight at Chen’s Grand Hotel.”
“He says if you’ve got the guts to show up, then from now on, he won’t mess with your shop.”
“But if you don’t… he swears your Electronic Dynasty will never open.”
Chen Xue Wen was silent for a beat. Then, slowly, he nodded. “Fine. Go tell Sun Guo Bin—”
“Tonight, I’ll be there. Right on time.”
The burly man hesitated, casting a glance at the contract on the table.
Chen Xue Wen flicked it to the floor. “Take it.”
The man snatched it up like a drowning man clutching a lifeline. First thing he did? Tear off the section with the signatures.
Chen Xue Wen’s voice turned cold. “Listen close, brother.”
“I did you in once. I can do it again.”
“This time, I’ll let it slide for Young Master Sun’s sake.”
“But if there’s a next time? You won’t get off so easy.”
“So, be smart.”
The man’s face was ashen. He nodded stiffly. “Got it, Brother Wen.”
Then he turned and practically fled the office, eager to be anywhere but here.
Ding Three watched him go, then turned to Chen Xue Wen, his face clouded with concern. “Wen, you’re really going to Sun Guo Bin’s dinner?”
“He picked Chen’s Grand Hotel on purpose. That place is Snake’s old haunt.”
“This is revenge, plain and simple.”
Chen Xue Wen nodded, his expression unreadable. “I know.”
“I rose up from that very hotel. So now, Young Master Sun wants to push me back down there. It’s poetic.”
“But…”
He gazed out the window, his voice calm but firm. “Since he made his move, I have no choice but to answer.”
“If I can’t get past this hurdle, then what difference is there between me and Snake Zhou Jing Hui?”
“If I can’t get past this hurdle, then next year, how could I even dream of stepping into that circle?”
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