The City's Strongest Son-in-law-Chapter 243 Troublesome Vendor

Tang Qiulu’s words made Tang Xiangdong very angry, but initially, he wanted to use this matter to make things difficult for Tang Qiulu, which explains his current reaction.

Tang Xiangdong angrily said to Tang Qiulu, "Tang Qiulu, you have always been in charge of the West District project. Do you think it’s appropriate to say something like that now?"

"Tang Xiangdong, do you want me to leave the company or leave this position?" Tang Qiulu asked calmly. She had anticipated that Tang Xiangdong would target her, so she was not surprised by this turn of events.

The mention of this issue made Tang Xiangdong so angry that he was grinding his teeth. If she hadn’t relied on the cooperation with Weishui, it would have been impossible for her to reach this position.

"Tang Qiulu, don’t be so arrogant. Weishui won’t value you forever. Once they realize you can’t continue to manage this project, they’ll definitely kick you out," Tang Xiangdong said.

"Then go ahead and try. Try to get Cheng Shi to replace me. Do you dare?" Tang Qiulu said.

Tang Xiangdong was trembling with anger. If he had the courage to try, he would have done so already instead of saying these things to Tang Qiulu here.

Based on past experiences, Cheng Shi’s attitude was particularly firm, preventing Tang Xiangdong from daring to easily interfere with Tang Qiulu.

"Tang Qiulu, just you wait. There will come a time when you regret it. By then, even if you kneel, it won’t help!" Tang Xiangdong said viciously.

Tang Qiulu organized the documents in her hand and gave Tang Xiangdong a disdainful glance, saying, "If there’s nothing else, leave now. Don’t disturb my work."

Tang Xiangdong stormed out in rage, slamming the door shut with a loud bang.

Tang Qiulu sighed helplessly. Arguing with Tang Xiangdong was completely meaningless. The most important thing at the moment was to handle these suppliers properly.

Even though Tang Xiangdong seemed to be looking for trouble, his words did have some truth. If she simply agreed to raise prices for the suppliers, what would happen if this issue arose again in the future? Would she have to raise prices twice?

In the afternoon, Tang Qiulu left the company to go to a teahouse where she had an appointment with the suppliers.

Upon arriving at the venue, no one was present in the reserved private room. Tang Qiulu knew these people were deliberately putting on airs, so she ordered a cup of tea and quietly waited.

After about two hours, the general managers of the suppliers finally arrived together, clearly having coordinated in advance.

"Miss Tang, we apologize for arriving a bit late."

"These days we’ve had a lot of collaborations. Some companies want to reach an agreement with us, so we’ve been quite busy."

"The construction market is getting better and better, and we’re finally able to make some money."

A few people walked into the private room, each with a look of extreme self-satisfaction.

The men, with their fat faces and big ears, were accompanied by tall and beautiful secretaries, boasting long legs and impressive figures. Some of the secretaries even carried an air of condescension on their faces.

"Miss Tang, let me be clear: if the Tang Family cannot raise our prices, all our companies will terminate cooperation with the Tang Family. If you want to sue us for breach of contract, we won’t be afraid. We’ve consulted with some lawyers, and we can drag this lawsuit on for three to five years, but we aren’t sure if the Tang Family can afford that kind of delay," said Yang Lei, the head of the largest group among these suppliers.

"President Yang, the Tang Family has been working with you for quite some time, and you know that the West District project requires substantial upfront investment. Is there no room for some compromise?" Tang Qiulu said.

"Compromise?" Yang Lei shook his head disdainfully and said, "These days, compromise can’t compare to profits. Profit is what we urgently need. Paying is talking; without money, you expect me to work? You think I’m a fool?"

"Yes, we heard you could get a loan up to 10, giving us suppliers a little increase is nothing. The biggest profits are still falling to the Tang Family. We’re just asking for a tiny bite. If Miss Tang can’t even meet this demand, there’s no need for us to continue our cooperation."

"That’s also my stance. We’re not here to discuss with you; you must give us a clear answer."

Tang Qiulu suddenly found the situation overwhelming. She had thought there was still room for negotiation, but it turned out they had planned this out from the start. It was clear there’s no room for negotiation.

"Gentlemen, the chairman has also stated that a price increase is absolutely impossible, but I have a solution. I wonder if you all would accept it?" Tang Qiulu tentatively suggested.

"As long as it’s not about money, don’t even bother mentioning it."

Yang Lei looked at Tang Qiulu for a while, a lewd smile forming at the corner of his mouth as he said, "Miss Tang, your husband is a useless man. I heard that you have been married for three years but never let him touch a finger. It’s probably quite difficult for you to endure a living widowhood all these years, right?"

Hearing this, Tang Qiulu’s expression instantly chilled and she asked, "President Yang, please mind your language."

Yang Lei laughed and said, "Language? We’re not children. If you agree, we can still discuss this matter."

Tang Qiulu clenched her teeth. Her purpose here was to negotiate business, not to sell her body.

"President Yang, please watch your language. Cooperation is beneficial for both parties, so please don’t insult me," Tang Qiulu said.

"Insult?" Yang Lei said with a cold face, "If you think I’m insulting you, then there’s no need to continue this talk. Do you really think I can’t live without the Tang Family? There are countless groups wanting to collaborate with us recently. What is the Tang Family to me now?"

"Yang Lei, when your factory faced an economic crisis before, it was the Tang Family that helped you."

"The Old Madam Tang is gone, still trying to bring up old accounts? That means nothing to me, Yang Lei. We are businessmen, only interested in profits. You should know the current situation—you delay the West District project one day, the loss is great, and it’d be hard to account for to Weishui, right? This little money is nothing."

This little money indeed means nothing, but Tang Qiulu knew these people would push boundaries for more and wouldn’t stop at just one price increase.

Seeing Tang Qiulu silent, Yang Lei began to entertain filthy thoughts in his mind.

After all, Tang Qiulu was a famous beauty in Hai City, and Yang Lei was particularly curious about whether Su Changfeng had ever touched her during these three years of marriage; he was eager to find out personally.

If he could use this matter to get Tang Qiulu to sleep with him, then all his efforts would be worth it.

"Tang Qiulu, you can consider spending a night with me. If I’m satisfied, maybe—"

Before Yang Lei could finish his sentence, a cup of tea was splashed onto his face.