CHAPTER 330: CHAPTER 330: NEGOTIATION, PLAYED FOR A FOOL

Jack Quinn took a deep breath. "Mr. George, to be honest with you, the accumulated profit from the years my father has run Mount Cygnus is not even ten million US Dollars. The price you’re asking is just too high."

It’s equivalent to the entire profit of the Quinn family’s Mount Cygnus over these years being given to George, and that’s not enough—additional funds would have to come out of the Quinn family’s own pockets.

This is worse than a loss.

So many years of hard work!

"I’m not a charity, I’m talking business with you, and Mount Cygnus’s profit has nothing to do with me. If you think my price is too high, you can look for someone else."

George delivered another blow to Jack Quinn.

"In the hacking industry, fees are charged based on rankings. I can tell you without exaggeration that hackers ranked below me can’t remove your virus, and those ranked above me will ask for an even more exorbitant price."

"Mr. Jack Quinn, it’s up to you. Call me when you figure it out. My time is very precious."

George hung up the phone, a confident smile on his face—Jack Quinn would definitely call him back within ten minutes.

Because....

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Mount Cygnus Hospital.

Dean Quinn and Jack stood with their faces looking extremely unpleasant.

Dean Quinn angrily said, "These foreign devils are truly worthless, making exorbitant demands like lions asking for meat."

Jack Quinn was also furious, when suddenly his phone rang. It was a call from another foreign friend.

"David, what’s up?"

Jack Quinn’s right hand was out of commission, so he had to use his left hand to hold the phone, which was very inconvenient.

"Jack, I’ve got some good news for you."

David’s voice sounded very happy on the phone, as if he were about to get married.

Jack Quinn frowned; he wasn’t in the mood to hear any happy news.

"If it’s to tell me you’re getting married, I’m afraid I can’t attend your wedding. I’m very busy. Goodbye."

"Slow down... Jack, I’m not getting married. I just wanted to tell you that I found one of the top seven hackers in the world you were looking for."

David said in his broken Chinese.

Jack Quinn was startled.

If it’s good news, just say it’s good news. Why call it a happy event?

Honestly, David’s broken Chinese was something else.

"Spit it out," Jack Quinn said anxiously.

"Ha ha..." David laughed. "This time I found someone big, ranked third in the world. I’ll give you his number right now..."

Big shot?

No way!

Isn’t it amazing?

"David, I can’t remember the number you’re reading out. Send it to my WeChat."

Very soon.

David sent the phone number to Jack Quinn.

Jack Quinn opened WeChat and saw the number, which seemed like a local number from Ravenswood.

Jack Quinn was excited. "Dad, look at this number. It seems to be local. I never expected we had a top three hacker in the world right here in Ravenswood."

Dean Quinn was so excited his hands were shaking. "Quick, quick, call him. Local people are easier to talk to, and the price will surely be lower, not like those foreign devils asking for sky-high prices."

Jack Quinn nodded vigorously and dialed the number.

"My daddy’s not home. Who’s this?"

A child’s innocent voice came through the phone.

Jack Quinn was exasperated. "I’m looking for your daddy for something urgent. Can you give him the phone, little buddy? Uncle is here to give him money! Your daddy can make a lot this time and buy you sweets."

"Candy gives you cavities. I don’t eat candy."

"Then Uncle will buy you toys, okay? Whatever toys you want, Uncle will buy them all for you."

Jack Quinn thought that no matter how expensive the toys a kid wants, it would only be in the thousands or tens of thousands. He didn’t mind spending a little money; he just wanted this kid to hurry and let his daddy take the call.

"Really? My dog’s sick. I want a hospital with dermatology, dental, ophthalmology, internal medicine... Can you get me a toy like that?"

Jack Quinn paused, feeling that the little boy seemed to be slyly insulting him. A hospital for dogs is a pet hospital, and the doctors there are veterinarians.

If his family didn’t run Mount Cygnus Hospital, he wouldn’t have overthought it, but it was just a coincidence, and Jack felt uneasy.

He couldn’t argue with a child and didn’t dare to offend the little boy.

"Okay." Jack Quinn obliged.

"Wow! Awesome! Uncle, you have such a hospital?"

"Yes, Uncle does."

After saying that, Jack wanted to slap himself.

Doesn’t that mean confirming that they run a pet hospital? So what does that make him? A vet?

"Wow~ Uncle, your family runs a pet hospital? Do you have many vets? Are you a vet yourself?"

"..."

Jack Quinn felt like he was about to explode from anger.

But he was stuck on this tiger’s back—no way to retreat.

If he said no, the little boy would surely be upset, and if he said yes, he would be admitting it.

Dean Quinn’s face was now stormy, glaring angrily at Jack. "Can’t even talk properly, offering gifts to a kid? Got yourself all tied up, huh?"

How did he end up with such a dimwitted son?

"Little buddy, be sure to give the phone to your dad! Uncle promises you a pet hospital and veterinarians to treat your dog."

Jack didn’t even have to look up to know his father was angry.

Jack cleverly responded to Ian Keane.

The corners of Ian Keane’s mouth twitched slightly, not buying it.

"If Uncle has to pay for a pet hospital and veterinarians, Daddy will be unhappy when he finds out, unless Uncle’s family runs a pet hospital, and Uncle is a vet too."

Only a beast would do harmful deeds, mistreating his mommy.

Jack Quinn was pushed by Ian Keane to the point of wanting to blow up, but he couldn’t lash out.

Jack could only grit his teeth. "Yes."

Dean Quinn was livid: "You idiot son, even dragged your father into it?"

Jack Quinn dared not lift his head to face Dean Quinn’s fury. "Now can you give the phone to your dad?"

Ian Keane sneered: "Dream on."

Ian Keane said naively, "You’re so foolish. I didn’t say my dad was home! He won’t be back until very late."

Jack Quinn felt like he’d been played by a little boy.

Ian Keane then asked: "If you’re here to discuss fixing the computer virus, just talk to me! I’m Daddy’s right-hand assistant, and he said... the price is up to me."

Jack Quinn felt this kid was too unreliable.

He planned to wait for the kid’s dad to come back and call again in the evening.

"If you don’t talk to me, then forget it. Daddy won’t take your call. I’ll give you three seconds to decide."

"One, two..."

"I’ll talk."

Jack Quinn wasn’t sure if Ian Keane was being truthful, but he didn’t dare gamble, because adults usually go along with children. If the little boy said bad things about Jack to his daddy, the deal would be off.

"Tell me the location of your company. I need to check the virus difficulty in your company to determine how much it will cost to get my dad involved."