"Chengfu!" Gangchalov greeted proactively: "Mr. Vinius!"
The younger Vinius managed a forced smile: "Chengfu."
"How are you considering it?" Gangchalov asked courteously: "About the matter I discussed with you before."
Vinius looked as if he had been severely stabbed by a needle; his whole body tensed up violently, with rage spewing from his eyes: "Forget it! As long as I am alive, you can forget about buying my forge!"
"Why be so stubborn? Your family is still deep in debt outside, no? If you don't sell the forge, how do you plan to clear the debts? Even if you sell the forge, you could work as an employee in my house. With your skills, I assure you that you won't earn less than you do now." Gangchalov persuaded kindly.
"Gangchalov! You and your son have already taken enough! Why must you fixate on my forge?" the younger Vinius exploded in anger: "I'm telling you, your greed knows no bounds, and sooner or later, you will have to spit it out!"