Chapter 039: Raising Prices While Taking Advantage of the Situation

Just as Tang Nianchen was mulling over these thoughts, she heard Lin Le speak in a calm tone: “Since Miss Tang has gone so far with her words, naturally we won’t stand by and do nothing.”

A surge of joy filled Tang Nianchen’s heart.

But before she could fully rejoice, Lin Le continued, “However, if you want our help, there are conditions.”

“Conditions? Hah, just say you want money!” Qu Junchu scoffed with disdain.

“Name your price. I’ll pay whatever you want!” Qu Junchu declared arrogantly.

In his mind, the two before him were nothing more than petty street charlatans, utterly lacking in status. No matter how much they dared to ask, it could never be much!

And to use this money to earn a favor in front of Tang Nianchen, to make her remember his generosity—that was something money alone couldn’t buy.

“Ah, young master, you truly are forthright, not like those penniless types we’ve encountered before; they pretend to have wealth when they actually have nothing,” Lin Le replied, feigning praise and putting Qu Junchu on a pedestal.

“Of course! Do you even know who I am? When I do business, there’s no need for bargaining!” Qu Junchu was thoroughly pleased by Lin Le’s flattery, his pride swelling.

“Very well, then please arrange to have two hundred million transferred to my master’s account,” Lin Le said airily.

“That’s fine, no problem—wait…” Qu Junchu stopped abruptly, suddenly realizing something was wrong.

“What… what did you just say?” He thought he’d misheard.

“I said, two hundred million!” Lin Le held up two fingers, flashing a victory sign at Qu Junchu.

“Damn…” Qu Junchu couldn’t help cursing.

He instantly erupted like a madman, roaring at Lin Le like a beast, “Are you out of your damn mind?! Two hundred million? Why don’t you just rob a bank?!”

“You must be joking, young master. My master and I are nothing but humble ‘folk practitioners.’ Robbing a bank is illegal; we would never do such a thing. Besides, even if we tried, we probably couldn’t get that much in one go,” Lin Le replied with perfect seriousness.

“You… you’re extorting me! Taking advantage of people in crisis! I’ve never seen anyone so brazenly greedy!” Qu Junchu was beside himself with rage. He had thought that, given their lowly status, they wouldn’t dare ask for more than ten million at most. Yet here they were, asking for two hundred million right off the bat—Qu Junchu felt they were utterly insane!

It wasn’t just Qu Junchu—Liang Qiuyang, standing by Lin Le, was mortified as well. When he heard Lin Le name that price, his jaw had nearly hit the floor.

Two hundred million! That was an astronomical sum!

This Mr. Lin was truly… extraordinary…

In his heart, Liang Qiuyang was utterly in awe of Lin Le’s nerve.

“I had thought you were a real man of means, young master, but it turns out you’re just like the rest, pretending to be what you’re not,” Lin Le said coolly.

“Let me give you a word of advice: don’t bite off more than you can chew, or you’ll end up disappointing the lady,” he added, casting a meaningful glance at Tang Nianchen.

“You…” Qu Junchu was so furious he couldn’t speak.

He never imagined that, as the scion of the Qu family in Haizhou, he would be so belittled by a penniless upstart—reduced to a mere pretender! His standing in Tang Nianchen’s eyes would surely plummet!

At this thought, Qu Junchu’s heart seethed with hatred for the sunglasses-wearing youth before him. He cursed inwardly, “Damn it, just wait until you fall into my hands—you’ll regret ever crossing me!”

Meanwhile, Tang Nianchen herself was fuming. This young man was clearly taking advantage of her misfortune—utterly despicable!

She had expected Liang Qiuyang, given his standing, to rein in his disciple. But to her surprise, at this critical moment, Liang Qiuyang remained silent.

With that, Tang Nianchen understood Liang Qiuyang’s stance—he tacitly approved of his disciple’s outrageous demand.

She weighed her options, sighed, and finally made up her mind.

Compared to her parents’ lives and the stability of the Tang Group, two hundred million was nothing.

“Very well, two hundred million. I accept your terms,” she said coldly.

Her words were calm, but the impact was thunderous.

“What?!” Qu Junchu, still arguing with Lin Le, stared at Tang Nianchen in shock.

“Nianchen, you can’t be serious! This guy is completely out of line!” Qu Junchu was incredulous.

Lin Le had expected they would eventually agree, but hearing Tang Nianchen confirm it herself, he still felt a jolt of surprise.

To toss out two hundred million without batting an eye—this woman was truly extraordinary, he thought with admiration.

“Miss Tang is refreshingly direct, unlike some who talk a good game but fall short when it counts,” Lin Le said, clearly mocking Qu Junchu.

“You little punk, try saying that again!” Qu Junchu was livid, ready to tear Lin Le apart.

“Please, young master, restrain yourself. If you injure me, there will be no one left to cure Mr. and Mrs. Tang,” Lin Le replied coolly.

“You… just you wait!” Qu Junchu was nearly exploding with rage.

“Enough, let’s not waste any more time. I’ve agreed to your price—now can you treat my parents?” Tang Nianchen’s voice was ice-cold.

“Let’s see the money first—considering someone’s attitude…” Lin Le shot Qu Junchu a glance.

“You… Fine, I’ll have my people wire the money right now. I want to see if you actually live long enough to spend it!” Qu Junchu fumed.

“No need. Our Tang family will handle the payment,” Tang Nianchen declined Qu Junchu’s offer.

“Nianchen…” Qu Junchu began, but she ignored him.

Instead, she asked Liang Qiuyang for his account number, and then called the Tang Group’s finance department, instructing them to transfer two hundred million immediately.

Moments later, a text alert chimed. When Liang Qiuyang saw the long string of numbers in his account, his eyes widened in disbelief.

“Now, can you treat my parents?” Tang Nianchen asked, her tone frosty.

“Of course. It will be our pleasure to serve you, Miss Tang,” Lin Le replied with a smile.

This time, the two hundred million was no joke—Lin Le was not bluffing.

Yes, he was gouging them, taking advantage of their desperation.

The debt the Tang family owed the Lin family—he intended to collect it all!

Just as Xu Xi’er had warned him, this time, he would not let the Tang family off so easily, nor make his help seem cheap.

“If there’s nothing more to say, I just hope you will do your utmost,” Tang Nianchen’s words carried a veiled threat.

It was clear—if Lin Le failed, she would not let him off lightly.

But Lin Le would never allow that outcome.

“Very well. Now, if you two would kindly leave the room, my master and I will begin treating Mr. and Mrs. Tang.”

Tang Nianchen and Qu Junchu promptly walked out.

From the observation window, Tang Nianchen, along with the renowned physicians from Haizhou and the capital, all peered in, eager to see what Lin Le and his master would do.

“Mr. Lin, what now?” Liang Qiuyang asked nervously once the others had left.

He was at a complete loss.

“Rest assured, leave it to me,” Lin Le replied confidently.

With that, Lin Le approached Tang Baisheng’s hospital bed and bit his own fingertip.

What he did next astonished Liang Qiuyang beside him—and even the experts outside were left in awe.