Trotsky sat in his seat, periodically glancing at his watch, obviously eager to see whether Mu Jinyu would actually take time out of his busy schedule to meet with him.
When he saw Gu Xiyan approaching with a young man on her arm, his eyes lit up, realizing this must be the owner of the Five Divine Silkworm Threads boxer shorts.
The desire for the Five Divine Silkworms squashed his jealousy and dissatisfaction with Gu Xiyan for having Mu Jinyu on her arm.
He squeezed out an enthusiastic smile, stood up, and greeted Mu Jinyu, "Is this Mr. Mu? It's been so difficult to arrange a meeting with you, but upon seeing you, I truly feel that reputation doesn't do justice to meeting in person. Mr. Mu, you are indeed imposing, a spectacular presence, a paragon of virtue..."
Trotsky spoke in not quite standard Mandarin, straining to pour out all the complimentary idioms he had learned.
"Cut the crap, will you? What're you blabbering on about? Just spit it out, what the hell do you want, you tractor?!" Mu Jinyu interrupted his flattery impatiently and asked.
"Err..." Trotsky was baffled by the direct interruption and couldn't understand—aren't Huaxia people all about these formalities? Greeting each other with niceties like, 'Hello, hello, my you've gotten younger,' 'Oh, you've gotten prettier too'... leading in with such trite pleasantries before getting to the point.
How come he's so direct, cutting straight to the chase, not playing the game?
What the hell is a tractor?!
My name is Trotsky, hey!
His expression stiffening for a moment, Trotsky quickly caught on and hurriedly proceeded to the main topic, "Hello, Mr. Mu, I..."
"I'm not fine," Mu Jinyu cut him off once again.
"Um..." Trotsky was taken aback and reflexively asked, "What's wrong with you?"
Mu Jinyu said impatiently, "You keep rabbiting on with nonsense; time is money, and you're wasting mine. You're asking me what's good? I come at a high price, so fart if you must, otherwise, beat it!"
Facing this pervert who had desecrated his clothing, Mu Jinyu was not about to show any good attitude, lest he take an inch and want a mile!
"Err..." Hearing this, Trotsky maintained an awkward smile, thinking that no wonder Gu Xiyan had been so reluctant when he asked for her help in arranging a meeting, always making excuses that her friend was somewhat eccentric and difficult to get along with and whatnot.
After meeting him today, this wasn't just being difficult; it was outright impossible to get along with such a fiery temper!
Meanwhile, Gu Xiyan and Yu Linglong, previously furious with Mu Jinyu, couldn't help but start to feel less angry as they watched Trotsky getting the brush-off. No longer commanding them with the same arrogance and unrestraint he had shown in the café the day before, they found themselves oddly less irritated with Mu Jinyu.
They chuckled secretly, thinking that Mu Jinyu was indeed someone who could frustrate and amuse you at the same time, absolutely impossible to deal with.
"Huff..." Trotsky took a deep breath, feeling that communication with this guy was indeed difficult. Somewhat annoyed, he decided not to beat about the bush any longer, "Alright, no more nonsense. Here's the thing, Mr. Mu, the pair of men's boxers you left with Lady Gu, are you interested in selling them? I'm quite sincere. If you're willing to part with them, I'm ready to start the bidding at..."
With that, he stretched out his hand, spread out five fingers, ready for Mu Jinyu to guess the actual figure.
But upon seeing Mu Jinyu showing signs of impatience again, he hurriedly blurted out, fearing that Mu Jinyu would simply leave, "Fifty Million, I'll start at fifty million..."
In fact, his psychological price was one hundred million, but he knew that Huaxia people liked to haggle, so he deliberately started with fifty million, intending to gradually lower the offer.
Mu Jinyu, upon hearing this, paused his impatient expression, lifted his eyebrows, and showed a rather interested look.
He hadn't imagined his boxers were worth so much!
Having been busy these past few days saving people and not counting the house he won gambling, he had barely scraped together sixty million...
And those boxer shorts he had worn for a while, and was about to throw away, were actually worth fifty million?!
Mu Jinyu suddenly felt a little tempted.
Seeing this, Gu Xiyan beside him quickly sniffed, her dainty nose wrinkled cutely, conveying an adorable expression.
Mu Jinyu noticed and, glancing at her action, suddenly remembered what she was hinting at.
Her gesture, wasn't it about smelling something, sniffing something?
Mu Jinyu abruptly remembered something unpleasant, Gu Xiyan had told him yesterday that Trotsky was a pervert, who had sniffed his boxer shorts in public, and was even prepared to take more excessive actions. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝⁂𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙚⁂𝔫𝔢𝔱
Thinking of this, Mu Jinyu's hair stood on end, goosebumps all over.
Sell my ass, it's just fifty million, he could earn it himself, why should he compromise his dignity?!
He was a handsome man like him, who knew what disgusting things this damn perv would do once he bought his boxer shorts!
Not selling, definitely not selling!
The look on Mu Jinyu's face darkened as he cursed, "What do you think I am? You want to buy my boxers for a few million? Dream on, my boxers are only for women, not men, especially not gays!"
After hearing Mu Jinyu's words, Trotsky's expression turned to one of astonishment. What the hell? Didn't this guy seem tempted just now? He thought if he lowered the price a bit more, to maybe eighty million, the deal would have been done. How come Mu Jinyu suddenly turned hostile?
Trotsky was baffled. Surely, this guy was indeed difficult and irascible, tough to communicate with!!
'Forget it, forget it, if he's not selling then he's not selling...'
Trotsky sighed inwardly, without much regret. His true purpose wasn't just for the boxer shorts made of Divine Silkworm Silk.
So, after cooling his anger, Trotsky asked again, "If Mr. Mu is not selling, I won't insist. But I would like to ask Mr. Mu where the raw material for that pair of boxer shorts came from?"
Mu Jinyu replied offhandedly, "How else? The silkworms on my mountain spun the silk, and I made it myself."
"You raised the silkworms yourself?" Upon hearing this, Trotsky's heart skipped a beat, his eyes suddenly ignited with excitement, unable to hide it.
The Divine Silkworm, Divine Silkworms are actually still alive in this world, ha ha ha, he was about to strike it rich, really rich!
The Divine Silkworms, capable of spinning Divine Silkworm Silk, were truly Trotsky's primary reason for contacting Mu Jinyu!
Struggling to compose his excitement, Trotsky gazed at Mu Jinyu eagerly and asked urgently, "Then Mr. Mu, how many of those silkworms do you still have? I'd like to buy them, the price is negotiable..."
"You want to buy them?!" Mu Jinyu said, his expression changing, voicing his annoyance, "Why didn't you say so earlier!"
Seeing Mu Jinyu's expression, Trotsky got an uneasy feeling. He asked tentatively, his face stiff, "Has... something happened?"
Mu Jinyu said annoyedly, "Ah, if you had told me earlier you wanted to buy them, I got hungry last week and couldn't find any snacks, so I deep-fried those silkworms and ate them..."
Upon hearing this, Trotsky's vision darkened, his breath hitching suddenly, he muttered, "Deep-fried and eaten?!! Deep-fried and eaten..."
He repeated to himself, making sure he hadn't misheard, and then Trotsky nearly fainted!