FYN Chapter 142 This money is really easy to make
Chapter 142 This money is really easy to make
Dad gritted his teeth and tentatively asked, "150,000 for each picture, how about that?"
"150,000?" Tony's brows furrowed immediately upon hearing this, his face full of displeasure. "Boss Lu, you haven't even bothered to find out who I, Tony Jaa, am! I'm offering 200,000 per drawing, and that's already a discount because we have a connection. Since you're not sincere about asking me for a favor, there are plenty of big bosses with real sincerity lining up. I think we should just forget about our cooperation."
As he spoke, he put his hands in his pockets and made a move to walk out again.
"180,000! How about 180,000?" Dad was sweating profusely and had no choice but to give in again.
Tony stopped, looking impatient, but finally relented: "180,000, that's the lowest price. I won't go any lower."
"...Okay, 180,000 it is." Dad nodded heavily. Although his heart was bleeding, he understood that at this critical moment of life and death, he had to cut his losses and not hesitate.
Tony calmly sat back down, took a sip of his tea, and began to talk at length about his "profound" design concepts.
To put it bluntly, it's nothing more than piling up a bunch of technical terms, trying to use these seemingly profound theories to intimidate bosses in small cities who haven't had much exposure to professional knowledge.
Lu Yuan stood outside the door, observing coldly with a furrowed brow.
It's hard to say whether Tony has real skills, but he's definitely a master at manipulating people.
He knew all too well that the Lu family's garment factory was now desperate and scrambling for any straw to save it.
Since she missed him, there was no time to find someone else, so he became the only choice that she "couldn't live without."
It was precisely because he had this leverage that he dared to ask for such an exorbitant price.
"Oh dear, international designers really do charge exorbitant prices..." Mom outside the door slapped her thigh in distress, mainly because she was heartbroken about the hard-earned money.
"Ha, he dares to call himself an international designer?"
Lu Yuan sneered and strode into the office, much to his mother's astonishment.
Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
A few crisp, rhythmic claps abruptly interrupted Tony's eloquent speech.
All eyes turned to the source of the sound, where Lu Yuan walked over, clapping his hands and wearing a half-smile: "Brilliant! Teacher Tony, your explanation was truly brilliant, absolutely amazing!"
"Who are you?" Tony frowned. He could hear the strong sarcasm in Lu Yuan's tone and immediately realized that the visitor was up to no good.
"This is my son," the father introduced with a smile, then turned to Lu Yuan, "Yuan, what brings you in?"
Lu Yuan raised his hand, indicating that his father didn't need to interrupt and that he would handle it himself.
In the past, his father would have worried that Lu Yuan's youthful impetuosity would ruin things, but Lu Yuan's composure and skill recently have put his father at ease.
So, the father stopped saying anything and just quietly watched his son prepare how to break the deadlock.
"So you're the young boss." Tony gave a forced smile and then pretended to introduce himself.
Lu Yuan didn't give him a chance to elaborate, and instead cut straight to the point with a beaming smile: "You said you've done business with many foreigners and are an internationally renowned designer. In that case, what about your previous works? Could you show them to me and broaden my horizons?"
"My work? I came in such a rush this time, I didn't have time to organize it." Tony was completely unfazed, as if he had prepared his explanation beforehand, not afraid of Lu Yuan's probing questions at all. "But since you went to such lengths to find me, you wouldn't doubt my abilities, would you?"
To put it bluntly, he understood better than anyone the Lu family's current desperate situation of trying anything.
They won't give up as long as there's even a one percent chance.
"Is that so?" Lu Yuan looked at him with a half-smile. "I don't necessarily want to see your work. I just want to confirm that you're going to charge money for a single image, and two hundred thousand per piece..."
"It's 180,000!" Dad quickly corrected him from the side.
"Okay, 180,000." Lu Yuan nodded, his gaze sharp as he stared at Tony. "My question is, with 180,000 per image, are you absolutely certain you can impress that clothing merchant who's come all this way?"
"My skills are beyond question!" Tony raised his chin. "Even if they don't impress me in the end, it's because they don't know what they're missing, not my fault, right? After all, I've already provided the design and put in the effort, so isn't it only right that I get paid?"
"Oh? So you mean you just draw a few pictures and throw them at us, regardless of whether they'll even work, and then you want to take over a million yuan from my family?"
Lu Yuan's blunt questioning instantly made the atmosphere at the scene strange.
Everyone fell silent, their minds racing.
It seemed that my parents only suddenly woke up at this moment.
Yes, they were too hasty. Just because it was "introduced by a friend of a friend," they assumed the other person was a genius who could solve all problems.
The problem is that everyone's aesthetic is different, and customers' preferences are even more unpredictable. Even if a top international design master came, he wouldn't dare to guarantee that a few pictures would secure a multi-million dollar order.
"What...what nonsense are you spouting?" Tony roared, enraged, having been hit where it hurt. "You have absolutely no respect for knowledge!"
"Do you think you're so knowledgeable?" Lu Yuan retorted coldly without backing down. "You get paid for every drawing you produce. If it's not good, you easily make over a million; but if a few lousy drawings you make happen and catch the client's eye, you still have to take a 5% cut. So you're the one making money no matter what? You don't have to take any risk at all, and you think the Lu family is a sucker?"
Lu Yuan's incisive analysis immediately put everyone present to a complete alert.
Yes, Tony makes money way too easily and without any moral compass, doesn't he?
He didn't even offer a guarantee of minimum income, so why should he get so much money?
"A terrible design?!" Tony roared, feeling his dignity had been utterly insulted. Pointing at Lu Yuan's nose, he snapped, "What do you know, you greenhorn? If you dare disrespect me again, I'm leaving! I'd like to see where you're going to find a designer!"
Upon hearing this, Mom and Dad panicked instantly.
If Tony is really capable and drives him away, the factory will be finished.
Before they could even speak to stop him, Lu Yuan gave a disdainful smile, turned around, and gestured for them to leave: "Respect is mutual. You're asking for exorbitant prices, and I don't see any respect you have for our family. So, goodbye. You can get a taxi by turning right outside. Go back where you came from. Don't bother seeing me out!"
"You, you, you..."
Tony was so angry that his face turned ashen, his chest heaving violently, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.
Lu Yuan remained unfazed, like a smiling tiger, his eyes filled with ruthlessness. He stared at him coldly, as if he would be forcibly dragged out by security guards if he didn't leave in the next second.
Although Tony was extremely unwilling and reluctant to give up the million-dollar reward that was about to be his, seeing Lu Yuan's unyielding attitude, he could only turn to Lu's father and ask through gritted teeth, "Boss Lu, is this your attitude?"
"This..." Dad was really unsure, his palms were sweating.
But then he thought about it again and realized that Lu Yuan's analysis was indeed full of wisdom.
Tony's move was essentially a get-rich-quick scheme, with no guarantees or risks whatsoever. No one would feel comfortable cooperating with someone like that.
I almost got tricked into signing the contract, but luckily my son arrived in time and poured cold water on us, which woke us up.
"Tony, how about this?" Dad said, forcing a smile. "You produce the designs first, and we'll pay a deposit of 30,000 per design. If your designs help us land the client, we'll pay the balance in full, and we'll still give you our share. But if you can't... then we'll have to part ways here."
"You...you've gone too far!"
Tony was absolutely furious.
Although a deposit of 30,000 yuan per ticket is not a small amount, he doesn't know when he'll get another such easy money from suckers. He really can't swallow this insult if he doesn't squeeze out as much money as possible now.
Lu Yuan coldly added, "My dad has been very lenient with you, but I really don't want to give him any face at all. Tony, you can leave now."
"Fine! Very well!" Tony felt utterly humiliated. He flung his sleeves and stormed off, not forgetting to turn back at the door and hurl a vicious remark, "I'd like to see who you can turn to without me, Tony Jaa!"