Thinking of this, Ye Chen took the folder containing Manager Wang's information, opened the car door, and walked towards the entrance of the building. He quickly reached the elevator, pressed the button for the 21st floor, and ascended. After stepping out and looking around, Ye Chen saw the sign for Yayi Cosmetics Co., Ltd. and walked over.
The female receptionist at the front desk was staring at her computer screen, looking bored. When she heard someone approaching, she was stunned for a moment, then looked away from her screen and turned towards Ye Chen. At that moment, the receptionist froze. The company usually only received couriers and food delivery drivers; very few visitors came to the door. Now, suddenly, a slender, young, and incredibly handsome man, dressed in designer brands, had appeared. How could she not be stunned?
After recovering, the receptionist hurriedly stood up and asked with a professional smile,
"Hello, who are you looking for?"
Ye Chen smiled slightly and said,
"Your boss. I just spoke with him on the phone."
The receptionist at the front desk was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly said,
"Okay, please come with me."
The identity of a person who could come to see the boss and had just spoken with him on the phone could not be ordinary. Besides, Ye Chen, dressed in designer clothes, didn't look like a salesman no matter how you looked at it, so the receptionist naturally didn't dare to be negligent.
Ye Chen smiled and nodded, then followed the receptionist. The office of Yayi Cosmetics Co., Ltd. wasn't very large, but there were about 50 people working there, most of them young women, with only five or six men. They soon arrived at the door of the president's office, where Ye Chen saw the owner of Yayi Cosmetics Co., Ltd.—the president, Song Laifu. He was about fifty years old and was frowning at that moment, looking as if he had a serious headache. The receptionist knocked on the door and said,
"Mr. Song, your guest has arrived."
Song Laifu was stunned for a moment, then looked up at Ye Chen and asked,
"You are..."
Ye Chen smiled slightly and said,
"We just spoke on the phone."
When Song Laifu heard this, he took a serious look at Ye Chen. After he saw the Patek Philippe on Ye Chen's left wrist, he hurriedly got up and said with a smile,
"Please, sit down, sit down."
Ye Chen smiled and nodded, then sat down in a chair. Song Laifu looked at the receptionist at the front desk and said,
"Xiaoying, please close the door."
"Okay, Mr. Song."
After the receptionist finished speaking, she stepped outside and closed the door.
At this moment, Ye Chen glanced at Song Laifu, who seemed unsure of what to say next, and initiated the conversation.
"Mr. Song, my surname is Ye. Let's get straight to the point. I want to buy your factory. Give me a realistic price."
Song Laifu was stunned for a moment; he hadn't expected that even after meeting in person, Ye Chen would be just as direct as he had been on the phone. After regaining his senses, Song Laifu was silent for a moment and said,
"In the beginning, I spent a total of 150 million yuan to build this factory, buy the land, and purchase the equipment."
Ye Chen glanced at Song Laifu, who seemed caught up in his memories, and said,
"Mr. Song, although I don't want to take advantage of your situation, please don't deliberately inflate the price. If I just wanted land to build a factory, getting approval would be easy enough."
Song Laifu smiled awkwardly and said,
"Brother Ye is a straightforward man, so I won't beat around the bush either. The price is 100 million yuan. The factory and this company will be yours."
Ye Chen shook his head and said,
"I don't want the company. I'm not interested in taking over your current operation; I'm afraid it's been corroded by moths."
Song Laifu was stunned for a moment and then said with some doubt,
"Brother Ye, is there a hidden meaning in your words?"
Ye Chen smiled slightly and placed the folder with the documents related to Manager Wang on the table.
"Take a look. You'll understand after you read this."
Song Laifu took the documents in confusion and began to look through them. A minute later, he jumped up from his seat.
"That son of a bitch! I was wondering why a good business was getting worse and worse!"
After Song Laifu finished speaking, he picked up the phone and called the police. After calling the police, Song Laifu looked at Ye Chen and said,
"Brother Ye, I'm sorry you had to see that."
Ye Chen shrugged his shoulders indifferently and then said,
"The price is 70 million yuan. I want your factory."
Ye Chen wanted to enter the cosmetics industry. If he were dealing with a cosmetic with little intrinsic value, he could simply find a third-party manufacturer. However, the mask and repair cream produced by the system were different; they were based on future technology. If there were no surprises, the efficacy of these two products would be absolutely extraordinary. Therefore, the best option was to produce them himself. Acquiring a cosmetic factory that could be put into production immediately and had been established for a few years was undoubtedly the best choice. If Ye Chen were to do it himself—getting the land and building the factory—it would take a long time and wasn't worth the delay.
As soon as Ye Chen's words landed, Song Laifu's face darkened.
"Brother Ye, you just said you wouldn't take advantage of the fire, but now you're coming at me with swords and halberds. Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"
Ye Chen smiled slightly and said,
"Mr. Song, if I'm not mistaken, this price is much higher than your bottom line, not to mention I'm offering to pay in full."
Ye Chen naturally hadn't calculated this himself, but the private detective, seeming to have anticipated exactly what Ye Chen was going to do, had even marked the expected fair acquisition price in the documents. Ye Chen naturally wouldn't ignore such useful information. Song Laifu fell silent when he heard this. After hesitating again and again, he nodded heavily and then said,
"Okay, it's sold!"
"A pleasure doing business with you?" Ye Chen said with a smile.
Song Laifu shook his hand, his expression still a bit pained, and said,
"A pleasure doing business."
Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door.
"Knock, knock, knock."
Before Song Laifu could speak, Manager Wang, looking ecstatic, pushed the door open and walked in.
"Mr. Song, the deal is settled! The other party has agreed to add another one percent!"