The atmosphere immediately grew tense.
Song Yu'en was annoyed, thinking, who the heck asks for a favor this way? Jiang is not a bad guy, you just need to coax him a bit. He kept sending signals to Fu Yanlin with his eyes, but Fu Yanlin simply ignored him, swaying the liquid in his wine glass, and patiently waiting for Jiang Shifang's answer.
Song Yu'en couldn't stand tense confrontations and tried playing mediator, saying to Jiang Shifang, "Mr. Xiaojiang, Old Fu may be a bit harsh, but he really wants to negotiate buying your house today. You own so many properties, surely you don't mind letting go of one? Isn't it better to make a good profit and become friends?"
Jiang Shifang might be a coward, but he certainly had his pride. He gritted his teeth and said, "Friends? If I get to smash an ashtray on his head today and I don't kill him, then we can be friends!"
Song Yu'en: It won't work. Eye for an eye makes the whole world blind. Better to let bygones be bygones with a smile.
