Treasure Hunter Resurrection Son-in-law Trash

Eps. 23 Offer of Cooperation

“Quick! Call Mervin here immediately!” hardy again, don't want to wait long.

“Y-yes...” Eric replied, trembling.

Before the mysterious and rude man did something that frightened him even more, he immediately left.

Mervin...! It's all because of you! I told you not to bring any foreign or strange guests here, but you did, he was upset.

He wanted to make the eggs of his trash son-in-law again like before.

Brak!

“Dad, what's up?” mervin asked, surprised. Suddenly his father-in-law came in by opening the door violently.

His feeling was already bad to see the door being kicked so.

There must be something, Mervin.

“Come out of you right now!” his stomping, furious, with eyes that made full.

“Dad, what's up?” This time Gwen asked back, holding her father home worried that the man would beat her man.

“Out! And meet your guests who are jerks like you, up ahead!” harden it again, until all the muscles in his jaw look stiff.

“Tuest?” Mervin frowned. He has no appointments with anyone tonight.

But seeing the anger of her in-laws, she could already guess the guest was definitely an antique buyer. Because all this time the only people looking for him are ordinary collectors and buyers who want to collect their antiques.

“Gwen, where are you going?!” eric said, directly pulling Gwen, blocking her out following Mervin.

“I want to see that guest with Mervin, Dad. Let go of me,” the ball, but his father didn't let go.

“You're here only. I don't want anything to happen to you.”

Eric took off Gwen, but then she shut the door and even locked it from the outside. All that is not without reason he did, but for the safety of Gwen. Considering that in front of that crazy man threatened to kill him, it could be that he did to Gwen anyway.

“Dad, please open the door,” pinta Gwen while banging on the door.

Too bad Eric's gone from there. He was also worried about his wife, then headed straight to the back room.

That was Gwen's voice, like saying something?! mervin, in the middle of the road.

He wants to go back to see what really happened to Gwen.

“There is no way the father will hurt his own son,” his hiss, after considering.

Mervin continued his steps back to the front.

“You...” Mervin knitted his eyebrows together, a little familiar with the figure of the man.

“Wilson,” he said his name.

“Oh, yes, Mr. Wilson. Can I help you?” reply, after remembering.

Mr. Wilson is the boss of a regular street shop he used to peddle newspapers. He is the owner of a rented shophouse there are many sellers there.

In his spare time, the man often chatted with Mervin. Even Mervin used to ask him for a job. But the man who has a lot of links is not willing to help him with various reasons. One of them is because of his work experience which is only a newspaper operator and his diploma is only a SMU graduate.

“Yes, I'm here to offer you cooperation,” said Mr. Wilson directly.

“What kind of cooperation does Sir, mean?” reply, because I don't understand.

“Golden partners.” Mervin still frowned, the more he did not understand.

Mr. Wilson then explained clearly. He was willing to facilitate Mervin for the promotion and also provided a place to sell all his antiques for free, but in exchange, he asked for a profit share.

“I'm very happy for your cooperation kindness offer, Sir. But in my opinion, it is not fair,” reject it directly.

Although Mervin is not a graduate like others but he can still think tactically if the man just wants to take advantage of himself.

Mr. Wilson offered him all the free perks but he asked for a fifty:fifty share. While according to his estimates the sales results are not worth everything given by Mr. Wilson.

“Not fair how? You know yourself renting a shophouse at my place how much it costs and then coupled with a promotion, you can estimate yourself. It's not small.”

“Master, shophouse rental price plus advertising cost is far below my sales acquisition price. Is it worth it?” reply Mervin, clarify without the intention of patronizing.

Because he realized he was not an educated person, so he did not become an office worker like most other men.

Turns out he's not stupid either, Mr. Wilson's inner self.

“Then I can add some security in the area for free to be worth it,” always, persuade Mervin.

The huft! Mervin breathed heavily, as it was still unequal, but Mr Wilson kept urging him on.

“Master, What if I occupy one of the shophouses and rent it? I think it's more fair.” he said, because it's balanced. Take and give.

I used to think this guy was stupid but now he's smart. Is rich in a short time able to increase its iq? inner Mr. Wilson, almost out of ideas to persuade Mervin.

“What if it stays like the beginning but the advantage is different for the result, 60:40. How?” he pushed, a little forced.

Mervin was silent, according to him it still harms him with a division system that seems a lot like that.

Even though without the need for a place or advertisement, he has benefited a lot. Especially about advertising, Gwen diligently posted on social media accounts and she thought it was the same. Even more effective.

“Sorry, Sir. I still refuse to cooperate with you,” he replied firmly.

Brak! Mr. Wilson ran out of ideas and patience until he hit the table.

Not only did it make the house noisy but this time he was already standing and clutching Mervin's collar.

“Master, what do you do?”