Chapter 57 The Fifty-Seventh Day of Not Running Away The Fifty-Seventh Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 57 The Fifty-Seventh Day of Not Running Away The Fifty-Seventh Day of Not Running Away...

The house that Fatty, Zhao Dan, and Wen Chan bought together, plus the houses bought by Jiang's parents, adds up to more than twenty houses.

When negotiating the price with Manager Lin, he looked very embarrassed.

He specially prepared cakes, coffee, and other treats, but he wouldn't budge an inch on the discount.

The fat man was even considering giving in.

Wen Chan refused to give up. Holding the order form, she said to Manager Lin, "Manager Lin, you must get a lot of commission per order, right?"

A guilty look flashed across Manager Lin's face. "We don't get commission either, we just get a fixed salary."

"Fixed salary? Your boss treats you so badly, selling apartments for tens of thousands, how much do you make a month?"

Wen Chan pressed for an answer.

She looked at the saleswoman next to her.

The saleswoman panicked and instinctively replied, "Three hundred a month."

“Three hundred yuan, you must have spent a lot of money on clothing alone.” Wen Chan’s eyes swept over the uniforms of the manager and the saleswoman. “After closing such a big deal, you can ask your company for red envelopes and bonuses. This adds up to more than a million yuan.”

Manager Lin's forehead was sweating.

I initially thought that Miss Wen would be the easiest to talk to among this group. After all, she looked young and beautiful, and she was generous. She must have wealthy ancestors or some overseas relatives. In short, she was the kind of person who didn't care about money.

Unexpectedly, he was quite clever.

Seeing that they didn't speak, Wen Chan stood up and said, "Since that's the case, and you're not sincere, then forget it. I think there's plenty of land in Shanghai to build commercial housing, so we don't need this one."

She gave the crowd a look, then turned and left.

Zhao Dan and the others hurriedly followed.

The group had only taken a few steps when Manager Lin couldn't sit still any longer and quickly chased after them. "Ms. Wen, we can talk this over. I'll make a call to ask my supervisor."

Wen Chan turned to Manager Lin and asked, "Can we negotiate a 20% discount?"

Manager Lin gave a wry smile: "I'll do my best."

Wen Chan smiled slightly, while Manager Lin smiled wryly and went upstairs to make a phone call.

Everyone was sitting in the reception room eating cake and waiting.

After a while, Manager Lin came over with a helpless look on his face. "Ms. Wen, our boss heard that you are generous and would like to make friends with you. This is our boss's business card. Also, the 20% discount is only for you. Please don't tell anyone else."

"Don't worry, don't worry, we definitely won't tell anyone." Jiang's mother was so excited that she didn't even want to eat her cake anymore. She quickly put down her fork and took out a thick envelope from her bag.

Manager Lin then sent someone to ask bank staff to come and help.

Judging from the situation, Wen Chan knew that the owner of this residential complex must be someone important. It made sense; someone who could build a commercial complex in such a prime location as Huaihai Road must have considerable financial resources and a strong background.

Everyone transferred the money, all in full, which saved them the trouble.

The bank staff were also taken aback; they had never seen buying a house as casually as buying groceries.

Manager Lin said, "We also have some freebies, including a refrigerator, a TV, and an air conditioner. Since Miss Wen bought so much, we can give you two parking spaces. What would you like?"

"Parking spaces? How many parking spaces are there?" Wen Chan asked, a thought suddenly occurring to her.

Manager Lin said, "The community currently has about two hundred parking spaces."

Seeing that Wen Chan was interested, he showed her the planning map.

Wen Chan looked around and saw that the parking space was on the basement level. This community was quite advanced, considering that underground parking garages didn't become popular in many places until the early 2000s.

It's clear that not a single parking space in the underground garage shown on the planning map has been sold.

Wen Chan pointed to the left and gestured: "What's the price for these sixty parking spaces?"

Manager Lin exclaimed in surprise, then his face lit up with delight. "You want to buy it?"

Wen Chan said, "Yes, why would I ask if I'm not going to buy? Just give me a price and a discount."

Manager Lin quickly brought over a computer and said, "One parking space costs two thousand yuan, so sixty spaces would be 120,000 yuan. How about you give me 110,000 yuan?"

"One hundred thousand yuan." Wen Chan immediately cut the price by ten thousand.

"This..." Manager Lin hesitated for a moment, looked at Wen Chan, and gritted his teeth and said, "Fine, since you are our major client."

Buying a house is understandable, but buying a parking space is baffling to everyone.

Everyone else chose either a refrigerator or a television.

When Manager Lin saw them off, he grinned broadly, revealing a mouthful of spiky teeth.

Zhao Dan couldn't help but say, "Those Manager Lin and his team are probably going to get rich this month."

“That’s right.” The fat man said, biting into his popsicle, “I don’t believe them when they say they don’t get a commission. Look how eager they are. They must get a commission for every house they sell. Even if it’s just one percent, they’ll still get tens of thousands this time.”

"Miss Wen, why don't you want a TV or a refrigerator?" Mr. Jiang asked, puzzled.

Wen Chan said, "I'd leave the TV and refrigerator to the tenant anyway, so a parking space would be better."

“The parking spaces are good, but you didn’t need to buy so many at once,” Jiang’s mother said, shaking her head.

The fat man said, "That's not necessarily true. Maybe parking spaces will become valuable in the future."

Jiang's mother said, "How can it be valuable? A car is so expensive, hundreds of thousands of dollars a car. Who can afford it? Even if they could afford it, they can't park on the side of the road. Why do they have to park in the underground garage?"

Wen Chan smiled but didn't explain further.

It's hard for most people to imagine, not from the future, that in less than ten years, China's domestic automobile production will reach an astonishingly high number, making it even more difficult to find a car in the city center of Shanghai.

"I heard from Fatty and the others that you've bought quite a few houses and cars," Chen Bo said jokingly on the other end of the phone. "What, are you going to become a landlady?"

Wen Chan, with her nails painted and a mobile phone clipped to her wrist, watched as the TV across from her was on, broadcasting news reports of the plummeting price of electric vacuum batteries, dropping to 1400 in less than a day. She said, "Yeah, making money is too hard. I'm thinking of just lying around and living off the rent from now on. What do you think?"

"Great news, very great news." Chen Bozheng said with a smile, "Your health isn't good, so you shouldn't overwork yourself. When do you plan to come back?"

If Wen Chan liked Chen Bozheng the most, it was that Chen Bozheng never questioned or made a fuss about what she did.

She smiled and said, "In a few days, Liu Yan is planning to start a jeans brand, and we might have to accompany her..."

Before she could finish speaking, a scream suddenly came from the other end of the phone. Wen Chan jumped in fright, clutching her chest, and sat up straight, asking the person on the other end, "Chen Bozheng, what's wrong on your end?"

The line went dead. Wen Chan turned pale and quickly dialed the number again.

But I couldn't get through on the phone.

"Sister Wen, it's time for dinner, you..." Jiang Zihan knocked on the door and had only said a few words when she saw Wen Chan's expression change drastically.

Wen Chan said to Jiang Zihan, "Go find the hotel staff now and see if they can help us book our flight to Beijing tonight as soon as possible."

Jiang Zihan was stunned for a moment, then immediately agreed.

When she went out to book her plane ticket, she ran into Fatty and Liu Yan and asked them to accompany Wen Chan, since everyone knew that Wen Chan had a heart condition and they would have to rush her to the hospital if anything happened.

Fortunately, Wen Chan's mental fortitude far exceeded their expectations.

Not only did she escape unharmed, but she also calmly arranged everything that followed. She arranged for Fatty to accompany Liu Yan to Shenzhen, and for Jiang Zihan to return to Beijing with her. As for renting out the house and parking space, she would deal with that later.

Things were done hastily, but very systematically.

Liu Yan couldn't help but admire Wen Chan.

When she saw Wen Chan off at the airport, she said, "Don't worry, Chen Bozheng is probably fine."

Wen Chan forced a smile. "I hope so."

She made about ten calls just now. If there was really nothing wrong, why wouldn't Chen Bozheng answer the phone? Even if the phone was broken, given Chen Bozheng's responsible nature, he would definitely find another phone to call back.

Throughout the entire flight, Wen Chan did not smile.

Jiang Zihan saw this and felt worried.

Upon arriving in Beijing, they hailed an expensive taxi. These taxis near the airport were quite picky, even in the middle of the night. They initially insisted on accepting US dollars, complaining that the price in RMB was too low. However, after Wen Chan gave them 300 yuan, the taxi driver stopped complaining, stepped on the gas, and took them directly to the courtyard.

The taxi driver was particularly sarcastic. He rolled down the window and said, "Ladies, why did you come to this shabby place in such an expensive car?"

Jiang Zihan glared at the lousy driver. "What's it to you?"

The taxi driver chuckled and said, "It's none of my business. Alright, you guys go home now. Good night."

Jiang Zihan was annoyed. If it were any other day, she would have cursed a few times, but tonight she had no time to argue with anyone.

Wen Chan entered the courtyard. The west gate was locked. After opening the gate and going inside, no one was home.

She and Jiang Zihan put down their luggage, and she sat down on a chair, clutching her chest.

"Sister, don't worry, please sit down. I'll go find Lin Qingfeng and the monk. They'll definitely know where Zheng is right now." Jiang Zihan quickly helped Wen Chan sit down.

Wen Chan, pale-faced, agreed and took out the medicine from her bag.

Jiang Zihan hurriedly went out, and after a while, she returned with the monk.

"Chen Bozheng?" Wen Chan hadn't even finished asking.

The monk said, "Brother Zheng was accidentally hit by a steel bar this afternoon. He's in the hospital and has a concussion, but it's not a big problem."

He looked at Jiang Zihan, then at Wen Chan, "Did you fly back?"

This statement is almost beyond question.

Besides flying, what other mode of transportation can get you back to Beijing so quickly?

Jiang Zihan said, "That's right. My sister couldn't get through on the phone this afternoon, so she was worried that something had happened here. We asked the hotel to book tickets for us, and we managed to get the earliest one."

The monk frowned, glancing at Wen Chan's pale face. "You're making Zheng Ge worry by all this. Zheng Ge is really fine, so don't worry about him. Go and rest. If you're hungry, I'll make you some noodles to tide you over."

Wen Chan waved her hand, "Alright, stop trying to fool me. Which hospital is Chen Bo in? Take us there."

“Brother Zheng is really alright.” Before the monk could finish speaking, Wen Chan interrupted him.

Wen Chan took out a handkerchief to wipe the cold sweat from her forehead. "Don't lie to me. I know his temper. If he were really okay, he would have called me already. But my cell phone hasn't rung at all tonight."

The monk was speechless.