Chapter 95 The Ninety-Fifth Day of Not Running Away The Ninety-Fifth Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 95 The Ninety-Fifth Day of Not Running Away The Ninety-Fifth Day of Not Running Away...

Chen Bo had just returned to the hotel when he sensed something was off.

He put down his things and asked, "Why do you all look so gloomy?"

The monk scratched his head and said awkwardly, "Hu Cheng was here just now."

Chen Bozheng raised an eyebrow upon hearing this: "Let them come, what's the big deal?"

"It's not that simple," Liang Wenxuan couldn't help but say. "This is all my fault. That bastard stole our land once, and now he dares to steal it a second time!"

"It's not entirely your fault," Wang Jianquan said, smoking and frowning, managing to utter a comforting remark.

But it would be better not to say it at all.

Chen Bozheng said, "Wait a minute, stop! What are you talking about?"

“Brother Zheng, you weren’t here this afternoon, and Hu Cheng came over to brag, saying that Old Man He’s son has agreed to sell our land to them!”

The ashtray in front of Hua Lingfeng was full of cigarette butts, and he had a furrowed brow.

Chen Bo was stunned. Old Man He's son?!

He snapped out of his daze and laughed, "Then I have some good news for you."

"What good news?!" Hua Lingfeng asked hurriedly.

Chen Bo pulled a folded land access guarantee from his pocket. "Take a look."

The monk took the guarantee, glanced at it, and his face lit up with joy. "Brother Zheng, you've gotten Grandpa He to sell all the land to us!"

What?

Hua Lingfeng and the others perked up, forgetting their dejection, and rushed over to look at the paper.

It's fine if you don't look, but once you do, smiles appear on everyone's faces.

Liang Wenxuan quickly threw away the cigarette in his mouth: "Chen Bozheng, is this really Old Man He's signature?"

Chen Bozheng said, "How could it be fake? I've already discussed it with Uncle He. Tomorrow we'll go to the land bureau and exchange the money for the land deed."

"Great!" Hua Lingfeng couldn't help but clap his hands and cheer!

Everyone smiled.

The monk suddenly said, "That's not right. If that's the case, then why did that guy surnamed Hu come this afternoon? Was he just trying to scare us?"

Chen Bozheng laughed and said, "You don't know this, but Grandpa He and his son broke off their relationship a long time ago. This time, it was his son who helped him out..."

When Chen Bozheng recounted what had happened that day, everyone burst into laughter.

Chen Bozheng said, "I hope everyone agrees to what I promised Uncle He. Given the circumstances, Uncle He finally agreed. If I hesitated, I was afraid that I would miss this opportunity."

Hua Lingfeng and Liang Wenxuan both hurriedly said, "No objection, you did a good job!"

Liang Wenxuan was even more generous: "President Chen, I'll help you find a caregiver for the old man. My house has plenty of rooms, so he can stay at my place for the time being!"

Liang Wenxuan was intentionally trying to make amends.

Chen Bozheng smiled and said, "Then I'll leave it to you. None of our families have a place to accommodate this old man. I was even thinking of looking for a courtyard house for him to live in around our tenement."

"No need, no need. You're looking around and need to make some repairs, and you need to prepare some furniture, pots and pans. When you come to my house, you don't need to prepare anything, just bring a couple of changes of clothes."

Liang Wenxuan said readily.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but they couldn't completely relax yet; they still had to wait until they went to the land bureau to complete the formalities.

The next day, everyone went to find Grandpa He early in the morning.

Liang Wenxuan also greeted Grandpa He, who responded with a perfunctory "hmm."

The paperwork was processed quickly. Section Chief Cai was very accommodating; after helping with the paperwork, he patted Chen Bozheng on the shoulder and said, "You guys are really capable. Our bureau sent so many people to do ideological work on this old man, but he just wouldn't agree. You guys got him convinced in just a few days. How much did it cost?"

"Isn't it all written on it?"

Chen Bo replied with a smile, trying to brush it off.

There's no need to elaborate on the issues of orphanages and elderly care, lest we create unnecessary complications.

Section Chief Cai gave Chen Bozheng a meaningful look, then gave him a thumbs up. "Alright, I have high hopes for you guys. This land is yours now, so you'd better do a good job and not let me down!"

Grandpa He needed to use the restroom, so Chen Bo asked the monk to accompany him.

"That's impossible."

Hua Lingfeng handed Section Chief Cai a packet of drugs and wanted to invite him to dinner, but Section Chief Cai refused, saying, "I'm busy, someone else is coming to handle some paperwork later."

"Who is it? You've been quite busy this morning," Hua Lingfeng said with a smile.

Just as Section Chief Cai was about to say the name, his eyes turned towards the door, "General Manager Hu."

That address of "President Hu" drew everyone's attention to the doorway.

When Liang Wenxuan saw Hu Cheng appear, his eyes turned cold.

Hu Cheng was clearly surprised. He hesitated for a moment, but still brought a man in.

"Hu Cheng, what a coincidence," Liang Wenxuan greeted him in a lukewarm manner.

Hu Cheng glanced at him and said, "President Liang, what are you doing here? Do you own any land? Why are you running to the land bureau?"

“We also…” Liang Wenxuan was about to retort sarcastically, but Chen Bozheng pulled him back. Chen Bozheng gave him a look and then focused his gaze on the man behind Hu Cheng.

This person was no stranger; he had just seen him yesterday. He was Grandpa He's son, He Zhu.

He Zhu clearly recognized Chen Bozheng as well, rolled his eyes at him, snorted through his nose, and gave a snort.

"You two know each other?" Section Chief Cai's eyes darted back and forth between the two people on either side.

Hu Cheng immediately said, "I don't know him, Section Chief Cai. I had an appointment with you today to handle some business. Regarding the land issue, Mr. He couldn't come, so he asked his son to handle it. Don't you think it's appropriate to ask someone unrelated to this to leave?"

Chen Bozheng and his group were about to leave, but upon hearing this, Chen Bozheng stopped and turned back to look at them: "Which piece of land are you referring to?"

Hu Cheng chuckled, offered Cai a cigarette, and, with a disdainful grin, glanced at Chen Bozheng: "Which piece of land? It's that piece of land of over a thousand square meters that you've been running around trying to acquire. Kid, you didn't expect this, did you? In the end, this piece of land still ended up in my hands."

Hu Cheng was smug and didn't notice the slight change in Section Chief Cai's expression.

Chen Bozheng said, "Are you sure about that land? You haven't been scammed, have you?"

He gave He Zhu a meaningful look.

Hu Cheng scoffed: "You might get scammed, but I'm not going to get scammed. Let me tell you, He Zhu is Grandpa He's only son. It's clearly registered on his household registration. Besides, he has a power of attorney written by his father himself, with his fingerprints on it. He Zhu, show it to them and let them see for themselves."

He Zhu remained calm and pulled out a power of attorney from his pocket. "Take a look for yourselves."

Clutching the power of attorney, Chen Bo and the others exchanged glances.

"Was this power of attorney really written by your father?" Chen Bozheng asked again.

He Zhu, hands in his pockets, frowned. "You're being ridiculous. If he's not my dad, then who is? Give him back!"

"No, don't rush," Chen Bo said, shaking off He Zhu's hand. "Since you say it was written by your dad, how about we ask Uncle He?"

He Zhu was stunned for a moment, and then he saw Chen Bo shouting outside, "Uncle He, your own son said that you wrote him a power of attorney, is that true?"

Grandpa He was helped back by the monk. As soon as he entered, he glared angrily at He Zhu, "My He family is all dead, I have no such son! I don't recognize this damn power of attorney either!"

Hu Cheng was stunned and looked around.

Chen Bozheng asked Section Chief Cai, "Section Chief Cai, excuse me, what crime is this forgery of a power of attorney?"

A hint of a smile flashed across Section Chief Cai's eyes. "Don't ask me about that. This isn't the police station; this is their jurisdiction. But with such a large sum of money involved, you'll probably be in jail for several years."

"Okay, then call the police for me and send him to jail!"

"Grandpa He said through gritted teeth."

He Zhu panicked and rushed towards Chen Bozheng, snatched the power of attorney, and fled outside.

Chen Bo looked in the direction He Zhu had fled, then glanced meaningfully at Hu Cheng, "Mr. Hu, it seems you won't get what you want."

Hu Cheng's face turned pale and then red, as if he had just opened a paint shop. "What are you so smug about? Did you think that piece of land was sold to you?"

Chen Bozheng exclaimed, "Hey, you were right! It really was sold to me!"

He looked at Liang Wenxuan.

Liang Wenxuan picked up his briefcase. "All the documents are signed, Hu Cheng. From now on, our two companies will be on opposite sides of each other. We'll see how things go!"

Hu Cheng's face turned almost green.

He had already planned it all out: that piece of land would be connected to the land he had acquired, allowing him to develop a large residential community and also utilize the more than 1,000 square meters of land to lower costs.

The meat that was about to be eaten could just fly away.

Chen Bozheng and others even celebrated this event.

But everyone was busy. As soon as they got the land, they started working. First, they moved the old man's belongings to Liang Wenxuan's house, and then they started demolishing the house. At the same time, the orphanage also donated money for renovations. It's already June, so there's no need to rush the children who haven't had time to go to school yet. With the extra money, Chen Bo is negotiating with the nearby vegetable and meat stalls to deliver a certain amount of vegetables, meat, and rice every day to ensure that the children can eat healthily.

at the same time.

In the United States, Wall Street has been bearish on soybean futures for three consecutive days, and there has been a continuous sell-off.

Wen Chan took charge and instructed Darren and others to rebuild their positions and absorb all the soybean futures that had been dumped.

Zhang Yurong was puzzled. "It hasn't rained in Illinois Asia for a month now, so why isn't the price of soybeans rising? Why are people dumping their stocks?"

Wen Chan glanced at the price quotes on the computer screen, her fingers flying across the keyboard, and said calmly, "Take a look at how many people are selling soybean futures today."

Zhang Yurong came closer. The trading page on the computer only showed a few soybean futures contracts, and the bids were slightly higher than before.

"Huh? What's going on?"

Wen Chan, with a piece of ginger candy in her mouth, sneered, "Those who dumped their holdings before were probably institutions like Goldman Sachs, trying to scare us. But now, seeing that we're unmoved, they're scared. Besides, the vultures on Wall Street should be smelling blood by now. Everyone's itching to get started. Do you think Goldman Sachs would be stupid enough to keep bleeding us dry? Their soybean futures were all bought at high prices from elsewhere!"

Zhang Yurong's eyes lit up. "If that's the case, won't soybean futures rise quickly?"

Wen Chan glanced at her watch; the time was 12 o'clock.

She picked up the trench coat next to her. "By the time we come back from going out for a meal, the wind direction will probably have changed."