Chapter 93 The Ninety-Third Day of Not Running Away The Ninety-Third Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 93 The Ninety-Third Day of Not Running Away The Ninety-Third Day of Not Running Away...

Holdouts are difficult to deal with, especially when they own several properties and have a hold on the land. Even the land bureau couldn't handle them, so you can imagine they're not ordinary people.

Chen Bozheng thought for a moment and assigned tasks. He and Liang Wenxuan were responsible for finding the stubborn old man He and seeing if they could change his mind. The monk was to continue to run around with Guangren and keep a backup plan. As for Hua Lingfeng and Wang Jianquan, one was responsible for finding someone to draw up the architectural drawings, and the other was responsible for staying in the office in case of emergency.

Chen Bozheng's arrangements can be described as making full use of everyone's resources.

Knowing that he had delayed Langji's affairs, Liang Wenxuan didn't say a word and came to find Chen Bozheng early the next day to visit Old Man He.

On the way, Liang Wenxuan handed Chen Bozheng a set of fried dough sticks and pancakes.

Chen Bo thanked him and asked, "Has your sister divorced Hu Cheng?"

Liang Wenxuan shook his head: "No, Hu Cheng is dreaming. He's enslaved my sister like a workhorse in his house for so many years, and now that he's hooked up with a rich woman, he wants to dump her. Who does he think my sister is! I won't let him get away with this!"

Chen Bo hummed in agreement and asked with concern, "How are your sister and her mother doing lately?"

Liang Wenxuan sighed helplessly as he brought up the matter, "It's still the same as always. She stays home to do housework, cook, and take care of the kids, but she's completely numb. I told her about Hu Cheng, but she didn't react. I gave her money and booked a tour to Hong Kong for her and her daughter, but she refused to go. Now she just stays at home and doesn't want to see anyone..."

Speaking of this, Liang Wenxuan gets a headache.

Chen Bo took a bite of his pancake and said, "Judging from Hu Cheng's appearance, divorce is a certainty. Why don't you persuade your sister? Instead of dragging this out, why don't we think of a way to make Hu Cheng bleed money? At the very least, having money after the divorce is better than having none."

Liang Wenxuan looked thoughtfully at Chen Bozheng: "I'm afraid Hu Cheng won't agree. That bastard is cunning. What if he refuses to give it to us no matter what?"

Chen Bozheng said meaningfully, "President Liang, of course he won't give it to us, but we can wait for an opportunity. Hu Cheng is getting close to that rich woman now and is in a hurry to get a divorce. Do you know what that means?"

"What does that mean?" Liang Wenxuan pressed.

Chen Bozheng said, "It means that Hu Cheng is actually very anxious. Maybe the rich woman is urging him, or maybe he has some ulterior motive. In any case, the initiative is actually in your hands now."

After hearing his analysis, Liang Wenxuan clapped his hands and said, "You're right! How come I didn't think of that!"

Actually, it wasn't that Liang Wenxuan hadn't thought of it; it was simply that he was so concerned that he overlooked it.

As they talked, the two walked to the door of Old Man He's house.

Just as Chen Bozheng was about to raise his hand to knock on the door, the wooden door creaked open, and an old man wearing a T-shirt and loose plaid pants stood out, fanning himself with a palm leaf fan, looking Chen Bozheng and Liang Wenxuan up and down.

The old man had his hair shaved very short, a buzz cut, and a lot of his hair was already white. He was very unfriendly, asking, "What are you doing here? Are you from the land bureau again?"

Judging from the old man's tone, you could tell he was very impatient with the people at the land bureau.

Liang Wenxuan quickly put on a smiling face and took out the fried dough sticks and sesame cakes he had prepared beforehand. "Sir, we're not from the land bureau; we want to buy your land. Have you eaten?"

The old man didn't stand on ceremony; he snatched the fried dough sticks and sesame cakes, turned around, and went back into the house.

Liang Wenxuan and Chen Bozheng exchanged a glance, both realizing that this old man was no ordinary troublemaker.

Generally speaking, one is obligated to accept gifts or favors.

Besides, one shouldn't hit a smiling face.

But this old man really didn't take people seriously. He took out some malted milk powder, made a cup, turned on the TV, and ate his breakfast while watching yesterday's replay.

After finishing his meal, the old man turned around and asked, "Hey, why haven't you left yet?"

That old man is really something!

Chen Bozheng smiled and said, "Uncle He, we would like to discuss with you the matter of purchasing the house you own. The price is absolutely negotiable."

"It's negotiable, how is it negotiable? I'll sell it to you for 108,000 per square meter, do you want it or not?"

The old man spoke arrogantly, glancing at the man with utter disdain.

"Hey, are you kidding us?!"

Liang Wenxuan had never encountered such rudeness before, and he immediately stood up in anger.

Grandpa He remained calm, sitting leisurely in his rocking chair. "What are you doing? Trying to scare me? Go ahead and hit me if you dare! Let me tell you, your grandpa's health isn't good at anything. If anything happens to me, you'll be bankrupting yourself in compensation!"

Liang Wenxuan was so angry that his face turned red, and he looked like a tomato that had been baked in the summer sun.

Chen Bo patted Liang Wenxuan, giving him a reassuring look, and then said, "Grandpa, you're really joking. If the price were 108,000 per square meter, who could afford to buy land? I see your kettle seems empty, let me boil some water for you."

Grandpa He was really not polite. He pointed directly to the coal stove outside and said, "The stove is over there, the charcoal is outside, fill the kettle."

Chen Bozheng smiled and agreed, then took the rattan kettle out to boil water.

All day long, they were both being bossed around by Grandpa He.

When they returned, Hua Lingfeng and the others had already gone back to the hotel office and saw that they looked disheveled.

Hua Lingfeng was overjoyed: "What's wrong? You've been gone all day. Is there some good news?"

Liang Wenxuan spread his hands and plopped down on the sofa: "What good news? We've been working as servants for someone today."

"What nonsense?" Wang Jianquan was completely confused.

Chen Bo poured a glass of water for Liang Wenxuan before pouring one for himself. "It's nothing, just helping the old man with some work."

"Hey, is that what you call doing some work? We spent the whole afternoon painting a whole room full of white paint." Liang Wenxuan was almost laughing in exasperation. "We even had to cook dinner for them before we got back."

"That's too impolite!" Hua Lingfeng's eyes widened. "We can give him more money. He's so old and lives alone. What's the point of guarding those few houses? He should take the money and enjoy himself. Why bother you?"

Chen Bozheng said, "That old man has a son."

Um?

Even Liang Wenxuan sat up, "No, how come I didn't know that?"

Chen Bozheng said, "When you went to the public restroom, someone called. Lao He had a big argument with him, telling him to stop thinking about it and that he would never sell the house!"

Wang Jianquan frowned deeply. "If that's the case, then we have no hope?"

“Both he and his son say so, no matter how much we plead or beg, there’s nothing we can do.” Hua Lingfeng scratched his head.

Chen Bozheng said, "I feel it's not that there's no chance. Today is only the first day, so it's okay. President Liang, why don't you go and inquire about other places where land is being sold? I'll keep an eye on Uncle He's situation."

Liang Wenxuan said, "Wouldn't that be too unfair to you? That old man is no pushover."

Chen Bozheng said, "It's nothing serious, at most it just means doing a little more work."

However.

Over the next few days, Chen Bo went to Grandpa He's house every day, and the work kept piling up, but Grandpa He just wouldn't budge, acting like a stubborn holdout.

No wonder so many people at the land bureau couldn't do anything about him.

This man is not picky about food and drink, and he has money. Although he has a son, their relationship is obviously not good. It can be said that if this old man He really does not want to sell the land, Chen Bozheng and the others really can't do anything about it.

When Wen Chan heard Chen Bozheng's words, she laughed so hard she trembled.

Chen Bo was pressing his forehead against his hand. "Have you laughed enough?"

Wen Chan chuckled, her lips aching. "No, it's a pity I'm not in the country, otherwise I really wanted to see it up close."

Chen Bo was making a call in the phone booth when he heard this and laughed, "How can you be so mean? You just want to see me suffer, don't you?"

Wen Chan couldn't help but chuckle, "No, I just found it interesting."

If journalists in later generations knew this, they would definitely report it extensively, revealing how the richest man's first piece of land was acquired.

Wen Chan did have a vague recollection of it; in her memory, it wasn't just this piece of land, but also the land next to it belonged to Chen Bozheng.

"Give it your all, I believe you can do it."

"Really?" Chen Bozheng had been considering whether to change his mind, but after hearing Wen Chan's words, he wavered.

“Really, I think your strategy is correct. That old man He must be interested in selling the land, otherwise why would he order you around like this?”

Wen Chan analyzed for Chen Bozheng, "It's like when you go shopping. If you really don't want to buy something, you won't bother to say anything. But people who want to buy something will definitely pick and choose. Don't you think that makes sense?"

After Wen Chan's analysis, Chen Bozheng really felt that it made sense.

"Then I..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw a middle-aged man pulling at Grandpa He. The two were struggling when the man pushed Grandpa He to the ground.

Chen Bo hurriedly said to Wen Chan, "Something came up here, I have to hang up now."

Wen Chan agreed, and Chen Bo hung up the phone. He rushed over and shoved away the middle-aged man who was trying to pull away Grandpa He. "Hey, what are you doing? Bullying an old man!"

"Who do you think you are? He's my dad. It's none of your business if my son and I are arguing!"

He Zhu stared at Chen Bozheng with a dark expression and suspicion.

As soon as Chen Bozheng helped Grandpa He up, the first thing he did was to start cursing: "I don't have a heartless son like you! I only have one daughter, and she's long dead!"

"Dad!" He Zhu's face showed a guilty look. He stiffened his neck and said, "Don't be so stubborn. You're practically on your deathbed. Can't you be a little more understanding and help your son's family? You own seven or eight houses, while our family of five or six lives in just two rooms. Now the kids are all grown up and at the age to find partners, but as soon as they hear about our family's situation, they don't even bother to look at us!"

"That's your own business. Who told you to be so incompetent and still have so many children? What does it have to do with me!" Old Master He spat rudely, his eyes sweeping over He Zhu with resentment before turning to Chen Bozheng: "Help me back!"

Chen Bozheng said "Oh," and helped the old man walk back. Halfway there, he glanced back and saw that He Zhu's eyes were red and his expression was fierce.

These two don't look like father and son, they look more like enemies!