Chapter 92 - What Contract? (2/2)

Wang Ming arrived at Weng Ping's shop, though this was the first time that Uncle Weng had customers when he got here. Usually he would be the only one here. Opening the door, Wang Ming greeted Uncle Weng, but as he was still dealing with his customers, he couldn't greet him back yet.

So Wang Ming just looked around, marveling at the shop that would soon be his. He had already planned in his head how he wanted everything to be. He felt like his idea to sell meat to rich people and making them the food right there if they wanted would be a huge hit.

Few have such a great store location like Weng Ping and can afford to only sell to rich people. Although Wang Ming doesn't have a big reputation, but if he could use Uncle Hou and Uncle Fu once again as his media presence, then this would be a piece of cake.

”Now Wang Ming, what can I do for you today? Do you want some more meat, maybe?”

Wang Ming had been so engrossed with his plans he hadn't even noticed that Uncle Weng's customers had left.

”No, Uncle Weng. Today I want to sign the contract for the shop. Our terms last time was 50/50 in ownership and you get 70% of profits the first year then we split it down 50/50 again. Is that ok?”

”What are you talking about, Wang Ming? What contract? When did we talk about this?”

”Uncle Weng, what do you mean? I gave you a check worth 300 thousand yuan last time for you to use for Weng Ting's operation, and in return you would sell half the shop to me.”

”I'm sorry Wang Ming what money are you talking about? And 300 thousand yuan are you serious? I wouldn't even sell half the shop for a million yuan. Just my plot of land is worth 10 times 300 thousand yuan!”

By now Wang Ming started to get irritated, he didn't know if Weng Ping was joking with him or not. Had he taken the wrong medicine today? Yes, sure his shop was worth a lot over 300 thousand yuan but they had a deal.

”A few days ago you wanted to sell your restaurant to get money for Weng Ting's operation. Instead of mortgaging the restaurant, I offered you 300 thousand for the restaurant, remember?”

”I'm sorry, Wang Ming, but I think you might have dreamt this. Yes, I needed money for Weng Ting's operation, but I got a bank loan for that. Why would I need to mortgage the restaurant when I'm more than qualified for a loan?”

Seeing Weng Ping's dead serious face, Wang Ming knew that something's up. Is Weng Ping scamming him or is something bigger happening? Though since Wang Ming didn't have any evidence, he couldn't do anything to Weng Ping except for admitting defeat.

One thing's for sure. He had given Weng Ping the money, and someone had redeemed the money, so he would need to investigate who had redeemed his money. Of course, this didn't mean that he would get this shop, but he could file a police report to get his money back.

He would also launch a separate investigation to sort this out. If Weng Ping was scamming him, then he would get revenge. If someone forced him to do this, then he would avenge him.

”Thank you Weng Ping, I might have been dreaming, but I'm not anymore. My restaurant won't need meat from your shop anymore, I hope I see you again another time. Goodbye!”

Since Weng Ping couldn't be trusted anymore, there was no way that he would order meat from his shop anymore. He felt like strangling Weng Ping right there to force out the truth, but he wouldn't stoop that low. He would find out what was happening, then he would get revenge later.

”Goodbye Wang Ming!”