Chapter 102 The 102nd day since I stopped running away...

Chapter 102 The 102nd day since I stopped running away...

Chen Bozheng managed to pull Liang Wenxuan and the others back to the sales office.

Liang Wenxuan and his companions all looked increasingly grim.

Hua Lingfeng, smoking a cigarette, said, "This doesn't make sense. Even if they saw our model house in the newspaper, it's impossible for them to install it so quickly!"

Liang Wenxuan, ever perceptive, immediately looked at Hua Lingfeng: "You mean you doubt me? How could I possibly help him? That bastard has ruined my god-sister's life!"

Chen Bo quickly pressed Liang Wenxuan down to sit and asked someone to pour him a glass of water. "Mr. Liang, don't get agitated. Xiao Hua's question isn't directed at you. I think the neighbors have probably been watching us for a while. When we were renovating, we were working day and night, so it was impossible for them to see us then. But afterwards, we were busy finishing up and putting up ads. If someone wanted to sneak in and peek, it wouldn't be difficult."

Wang Quan said, "Bo Zheng is right. I've worked on many construction sites. Not to mention sneaking in, there are plenty of people who sneak in in the middle of the night to steal steel bars. We'll have to find a few people to patrol here at night."

"This is something we need to consider," Chen Bozheng said. "But right now, our concern is that the house price next door is 200 yuan lower than ours. What should we do?"

After Chen Bo finished speaking, he looked around at everyone.

Everyone wore expressions of worry and contemplation.

Liang Wenxuan frowned. "Our house prices aren't high. The Asian Games Village houses are 1800, we're 1600, and we use the best materials. I guarantee that even if an average person builds their own house, their materials can't compare to ours, and they won't put as much effort into it. The neighboring house is charging 1400, that's clearly vicious competition!"

"How about we lower it to 1400 as well?" Wang Jianquan placed his hands on the table, his chin covered in stubble, and a hint of hesitation appeared on his tanned face.

Chen Bozheng and Hua Lingfeng both said in unison that it wouldn't work.

Liang Wenxuan also said, "We absolutely cannot lower the price. It would be too unlucky to lower the price right after the opening!"

Hua Lingfeng looked at Chen Bozheng and said, "Brother Zheng, tell me your thoughts."

Chen Bozheng said, "I think the same way. We've already sold more than 20 houses. If we lower the price, the people who bought the houses earlier will definitely come to complain. If things get out of hand, we'll definitely be in a lot of trouble. Think about it, most of those who can come up with tens of thousands of yuan to buy a house at once must have some connections. If they cause trouble, it will be difficult to calm things down."

"What if they come to our door demanding a refund or a refund?"

The people Lin Ting and the others who were showing the exhibits were all a little apprehensive.

Chen Bo thought for a moment, "If anyone wants to cancel their purchase or get a refund, let them come to me. I'll try to keep them calm. You don't need to worry. Just continue showing the houses to them as before. Our community has advantages. As long as you put your heart into it, you'll definitely be able to sell the houses!"

When Wen Chan heard Chen Bozheng's voice on the other end of the phone, she sensed that he sounded somewhat tired.

"What's wrong with you lately? Wasn't the house construction going smoothly? What happened?"

Chen Bozheng didn't mince words and directly explained the conflict with Hu Cheng's side: "Our two communities are too close together. If they offer this price, many customers will waver."

In any case, ten or twenty thousand is not a small amount.

Even wealthy people are careful with their money; they want to spend every penny wisely, so how can they not be tempted?

This is really a troublesome matter.

Wen Chan thought to herself.

She said to Chen Bozheng, "I don't think you need to rush this. House prices in Beijing will go up, and it's only a matter of time before you sell this house. If you need money, just let me know. I just received a sum of money."

Chen Bozheng laughed out loud: "Then I'll become a gigolo who lives off women?"

Wen Chan pursed her lips: "You're not even qualified to be a gigolo. Look how dark you are. I dare say you're even darker now than when you came back to China."

Chen Bo subconsciously looked down at his arm, which was dark and grimy, and immediately felt a little guilty.

"You don't like black?"

Wen Chan said, "Skin color is secondary; what matters most is the face and figure."

"So how about these two aspects?" Chen Bo said shamelessly, "Not bad, right? I've been praised by my neighbors since I was a child for being handsome."

Wen Chan chuckled, "Don't be shameless, they were just being polite."

"Oh, so even though I'm not good-looking and don't have a good figure, you're still willing to marry me. That means you really like me."

Chen Bozheng's tone was serious but with a hint of nonchalance.

Wen Chan was speechless for a moment.

On the other end of the phone, Chen Bo was laughing heartily.

Wen Chan couldn't help but laugh and scold, "What's so funny? You have a low threshold for laughter?"

Chen Bozheng said, "Wife, you know what, I'm happy no matter what I say to you. I wish you were home."

Wen Chan remained silent on the other end of the phone.

She would only occasionally think of him when she was busy, but now, hearing that familiar male voice on the other end of the phone, she could almost imagine what Chen Bozheng was doing. He must be sitting on the sofa, with his hands on his knees, holding the microphone between his legs, and showing a beautiful set of white teeth when he smiled.

Chen Bozheng is indeed handsome, but his smile is even more captivating—it's radiant and his eyes are firm.

"I might go back to China next month."

Without thinking, Wen Chan blurted out the secret.

"Really?!" Chen Bo was overjoyed and sat up straight. The phone slipped from his hand, but he quickly grabbed it, breaking out in a cold sweat. Holding the phone, he asked Wen Chan on the other end, "Really?!"

Wen Chan said, "Going back for a few days is no big deal. Why are you so agitated? Did you break anything just now?"

Chen Bozheng said, "No, I almost dropped the microphone. You have to call me in advance when you come back so I can pick you up. Xiao Hua and President Liang have recommended a lot of time-honored restaurants to me. When you come back, we'll go eat at them one by one."

The two chattered away for over an hour.

When Zhang Yurong came to have dinner with her, she knocked on the office door, and Wen Chan realized that so much time had passed.

She told Chen Bozheng something, hung up the phone, and then looked at Zhang Yurong.

Zhang Yurong smiled and said, "I'd like to invite you to dinner so we can discuss the Walmart investment."

Wen Chan said, "Alright, let's go then."

She picked up the coat hanging on the chair.

As they walked, Zhang Yurong teased her, "You and your partner have such a good relationship."

Wen Chan said embarrassedly, "It's alright."

Zhang Yurong said, "I can see that you both love each other very much. You always feel very happy after you finish talking to him on the phone."

Wen Chan was taken aback. "Really?"

Zhang Yurong pointed to her reflection in the elevator, "Look at yourself. From the moment you hung up the phone until now, the smile on your face hasn't faded. Darren and the others are staring at you in disbelief."

Wen Chan glanced at the reflection in the elevator and realized that she really was smiling.

She touched her forehead, feeling both embarrassed and amused. "I didn't notice."

Zhang Yurong smiled slightly: "So this is true love."

She sighed: "My parents were like that before. I remember when I was very young, all my friends and classmates' parents were going through divorces. Either the husband was cheating or the wife was having an affair. Some of my friends' parents had been married and divorced two or three times and were still going on. But my parents never had any of these problems."

Wen Chan glanced at Zhang Yurong, "Do you need a tissue?"

Zhang Yurong shook her head: "I'm not sad, I just don't understand why Dad married Susan."

Wen Chan didn't say much.

In these kinds of family matters, who knows what really happened except for the parties involved?

Although Zhang Yurong didn't want to linger on this topic, she brought up the real issue when she drove Wen Chan to a nearby French restaurant.

"Li Yi probably can't handle Walmart. Their appetite is too big. On the one hand, they're unwilling to accept our direct investment, and on the other hand, they want our money. They're only willing to sell us 3% of the shares for 30 million US dollars!"

Zhang Yurong complained as she cut the lamb chops.

Wen Chan said, "Most of their shares are held by family members who have a very good relationship. The success rate of acquiring shares from family members is very low."

"Li Yi's information, right?" Zhang Yurong asked with a smile.

Wen Chan said, "Li Yi is quite adept at this."

Zhang Yurong nodded: "So I don't think there's anything wrong with his ability. Walmart is a giant company. Given our scale, it's already quite good that Li Yi was able to persuade them to consider accepting us. I even think that paying him 5,000 a month before was a bit too little."

“If you’re willing, give him a raise and a bonus at the end of the year,” Wen Chan said. “As for Walmart, schedule a time with them as soon as possible. We need to go there in person. These kinds of things must be discussed and negotiated face-to-face to get the best possible outcome.”

Zhang Yurong raised an eyebrow. "I've been waiting for you to say that."

She raised her juice bottle. "Let's have a drink first."

For several days in a row.

Because of the high prices in the neighboring community, quite a few homeowners came to cause trouble, and Chen Bozheng tried his best to calm them down.

He promised those people that if the housing price dropped to 1400 by the end of the year, Jingyun Community would unconditionally refund their money. He also made the same promise to those who regretted their decision and did not want to buy the house. In short, he would postpone the matter until the end of the year.

Hua Lingfeng was privately worried and said to Chen Bozheng, "What if the housing price there is still 1400 by the end of the year? We won't just have to return one or two houses then."

Chen Bozheng also had concerns, but he remained calm. "No, I don't think Hu Cheng is a complacent person. He set the price at 1400 to annoy us and steal our customers. But if he continues like this, I don't think they can sustain it. Think about it, they bought the land for two million, which means they cost significantly more per square meter than us. Building houses costs money too. Let's say the construction cost is 100 per square meter, but with other expenses at 1400 per square meter, they really can't make a profit!"

Chen Bo had learned about Hu Cheng's personality from Liang Wenxuan.

Hu Cheng is a lazy, opportunistic, and greedy person who likes to take shortcuts and is always aiming too high.

For someone like that, selling at 1400 per square meter, he must be heartbroken.