First Business Deal

A Decision to Dine Out

As soon as Vihaan stepped out of the bank, he stood by the roadside. His mind was running in a completely different direction.

"I need to change myself, but gradually. If I suddenly reveal my true identity, people will start resenting me. The tallest tree is the first to be cut down, and I won't take that risk."

Vihaan moved forward, thinking about his first priority—investing his money wisely.

"I will turn these 221 crores into 1000 crores. This money won't just sit idle; it has to grow."

But at the moment, his mind was occupied with something else—food.

Feeling hungry, he decided to visit a fine restaurant today. One name immediately popped into his mind—'Eat Delicious'.

"That restaurant I could only admire from afar but never had the courage to enter. One plate there cost more than my entire day's earnings."

But now, things had changed.

"Today, I'm not just going there to eat; if I feel like it, I might even buy the entire restaurant!"

A faint smile appeared on his face as he raised his hand to hail a cab.

"Take me to Eat Delicious!"

The cab sped away, taking him toward a new chapter of his life.

As Vihaan arrived at the main entrance of Eat Delicious and walked toward the door, a security guard stopped him.

Guard (in a rough tone): "Hey, where do you think you're going?"

Vihaan (confused): "Inside, to eat."

Guard (mocking): "This isn't some cheap roadside eatery, understand? This is the most expensive restaurant in Chandigarh! Not meant for someone like you. Go eat somewhere else!"

Vihaan clenched his fists. This was the second time someone had judged him based on his appearance.

Vihaan (firmly): "Hey, Mr. Security Guard, are you the owner of this restaurant that you get to decide who enters?"

Guard (laughing): "I'm just doing my job. People like you usually come here to beg, not to dine."

Vihaan had had enough. Without another word, he unzipped his bag, pulled out a thick stack of ₹500 notes, and waved them in front of the guard.

Vihaan (smirking): "What do you say now, security uncle? Am I here to beg or to buy this place?"

The guard's eyes widened in shock at the sight of so much cash.

Guard (stammering): "S-Sir… you can go in! My apologies, I thought that—"

Vihaan (smiling): "No more excuses. Now step aside."

Brushing past the stunned guard, Vihaan entered the restaurant. The moment he stepped inside, his eyes lit up—an exquisite ambiance, a delicious aroma, and elegantly dressed diners all around.

But he wasn't just here to eat.

He was here to buy the place.

Vihaan's New Identity – The Eat Delicious Deal

Vihaan found an empty table and sat down. Soon, a waiter in a formal uniform approached him to take his order.

Despite his shabby clothing, the waiter showed no sign of judgment. The restaurant's owner had given strict instructions—"Every customer is a god, no matter who they are."

Vihaan liked this philosophy. He enjoyed the atmosphere. But now, a new thought had entered his mind—he wanted to buy this restaurant.

After savoring every bite of his meal, he pulled out a wad of cash and paid the entire bill in cash.

Without wasting another moment, he walked straight to the manager's cabin.

Meeting Shreya for the First Time

Inside the cabin, a smart and professional-looking woman was seated. The moment she saw a modestly dressed young man enter, she was slightly surprised.

Shreya (composing herself): "Hello, I'm Shreya, the manager of this restaurant. How can I help you?"

Vihaan smiled slightly and, without any introduction, dropped a bombshell—

"I want to buy this restaurant."

Shreya was left speechless.

Vihaan's Next Step – Meeting the Owner

Shreya chuckled and asked, "Are you joking?"

Vihaan simply shook his head.

She looked into his eyes. There was no hesitation, no lie—only confidence. She realized he wasn't just saying it for fun.

But she was only the manager, not the owner. So, without delay, she called her boss.

The Owner's Reaction (in Punjabi Accent)

The phone rang, and a deep voice answered—

Owner: "Hello, Shreya! What's the matter?"

Shreya: "Sir, there's a customer here. He says he wants to buy our restaurant."

Owner (laughing): "Are you serious? Someone actually said that?"

Shreya: "Yes, sir. I saw it in his eyes. He's not joking."

Owner (getting serious): "Hmm… alright, bring him up to the top floor."

Shreya put down the phone and looked at Vihaan.

"The boss wants to meet you. Take the elevator to the top floor."

Vihaan smiled and got up.

Now, the real game was about to begin.

The Negotiation with Harjeet Singh

As Vihaan stepped out of the elevator, he found himself in a luxurious corridor with a single massive door at the end.

He walked forward and knocked lightly.

A deep Punjabi voice called out, "Come in!"

Vihaan opened the door. Sitting on the sofa was a man in his forties—Harjeet Singh.

Dressed in a deep blue turban, a crisp white kurta-pajama, and polished black shoes, he had a calm yet authoritative presence. His thick mustache and strong build added to his commanding aura.

Harjeet smiled warmly. "Come, son, have a seat."

Vihaan walked in cautiously and sat on a chair across from him.

Harjeet gestured toward a soda glass on the table. "Would you like something to drink?"

Vihaan shook his head, but his mind was already spinning—who was this man, really?

Harjeet leaned forward. "I like your confidence, son! I'll set the price at three crores."

Vihaan smirked. Until now, he had been a poor man struggling for two meals a day. But now, he was a billionaire—and he had to learn how to use his money wisely.

He leaned back and calmly countered, "Three crores? Sir, this place is fantastic, but it needs maintenance. The kitchen is outdated, and the dining area could use a makeover. So, the fair price is no more than two and a half crores."

Harjeet exhaled a puff of his cigar and grinned. "Oh, you're sharp! But two and a half crores? You'll just repaint the walls, and I should sell my years of hard work at a discount?"

Vihaan saw the game now. He replied, "Brand value doesn't matter, sir. I'm renaming this place. And as for renovations, we both know they won't cost much. The right deal is two and a half crores—final offer."

Harjeet took a deep breath, then extended his hand. "Fine, son! I'll sell it to you for two and a half crores."

Vihaan shook his hand with a smile. "Deal finalized, sir!"

At that moment, he realized—he wasn't just rich now, he was a smart businessman.

This was only the beginning. A new empire awaited him.