Chapter 137 The 137th Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 137 The 137th Day of Not Running Away...

For the office building project, Wen Chan directly asked Mei Lin to find a designer in the United States. As for the house construction, since it's all in the family, she naturally asked Chen Bozheng's construction team to handle it.

Chen Bozheng's team was much more organized and had fewer problems than other construction teams.

"So you're planning to use the entire building as offices?"

Wen Qunshu proactively poured water for Wen Chan and even washed some fruit to bring in.

Wen Chan was writing a business plan. She glanced at him, then closed the plan: "What do you want?"

She took some time out today to come to Jingyun Community to keep Chen Bozheng company. The two of them had arranged to have dinner with Zhao Dan and his wife later. Zhao Dan and his wife had also come to Beijing a few days ago.

I heard that she had returned to China, so I made plans to have dinner with her.

Wen Qunshu touched his nose, looked outside, and seeing that Chen Bozheng was not there, he quickly came over and asked, "Boss lady, could you teach me your dice-rolling skills?"

Wen Chan's lips twitched, and she looked at him hesitantly, as if she wanted to say something but couldn't.

She knew that Wen Qunshu wouldn't have come here to stand here for no reason.

She flatly and decisively refused: "No way, don't even think about it. Didn't Chen Bozheng warn you not to gamble? Besides, you've already lost a year's salary to me, what else do you want to do?"

Wen Qunshu rubbed his hands together pitifully, "But I can't help it. Besides, I'm a grown man, how can I not have some money on me? I want to learn from you. Don't worry, once I've learned it and won a big hand, I won't gamble anymore."

Wen Chan was so angry she laughed.

If I win big, I won't gamble anymore.

All gamblers say this, so their result is that they lose everything.

Wen Chan glanced at him coldly, her eyes like knives. For some reason, Wen Qunshu felt a sense of awe towards this girl who was younger than him, and he shrank back and hid.

Just then, Chen Bo came in from outside, carrying a bag of pears. When he saw Wen Qunshu, he stopped and asked, "Aren't you going to work? What are you doing here?"

Wen Qunshu chuckled and said, "I was just worried that the bosses would be left unattended while they were showing the house to guests, so I stayed to serve them tea and water. But now that you're back, I'll be leaving now."

Today is National Day, and the construction site is closed for the day. However, some laborers want to earn more money, so they come to work. Anyway, the construction site canteen provides three meals a day, so they can save some money.

Chen Bo was calling out to him, about to give him a few pears, when he heard a series of hurried footsteps.

Hua Lingfeng rushed into the sales office, out of breath, and said to Chen Bozheng and the others as soon as he entered, "Quick, come with me, there's something interesting to see in that neighborhood!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Qunshu immediately perked up, "What's all the commotion about?"

"There are a lot of people holding banners over there. Wasn't Hu Cheng supposed to come out today? The residents are blocking his entrance!"

Hua Lingfeng picked up a bottle of mineral water, gulped it down, and said breathlessly.

That's definitely worth checking out.

Wen Chan also wanted to see what was going on over there, so she went with Chen Bozheng and the others.

Across the street, you could hear the uproar in the opposite residential area from a great distance. The noise, screams, and cries were deafening.

Chen Bozheng and the others didn't go in; they just watched from behind the crowd.

Leading the group were several elderly men and women. Despite their age, they were all quite loud. One of them, an elderly man with gray hair wearing a Zhongshan suit, grabbed Hu Cheng by the collar and said, "Stop talking nonsense to us. We want our money back! Our money back!"

"That's right, we don't want the house anymore, we want our money back!"

An elderly woman with a cane echoed in a trembling voice.

Hu Cheng was anxious, angry, and annoyed.

He still had some sense and knew he couldn't afford to offend these people, so he quickly tried to appease them: "Uncle Wang, Aunt Lin, I understand you're worried about the houses, but our house contracts were signed in black and white. We're selling the houses, and you're paying us. Although there's been a little trouble in our community, it's nothing serious and will be resolved quickly. We're resuming construction tomorrow. If you want to refund us, what will we do with the money we've already invested in building these houses?!"

Manager Liu chimed in, "Yes, sir and ma'am, you're all reasonable people, you can't just act recklessly!"

"I'll curse your whole family! My family's savings of over 20,000 yuan were given to you, and your boss, Mr. Hu, took the money and invested it recklessly, getting swindled out of his money. Who would believe that your community can even be built properly? We don't want the houses, we just want our money!"

An elderly man with a dark complexion cursed loudly, clenching his fist and forcefully shouting, "Give me my money back! Give me my money back!"

The others were also swayed and stopped listening to Hu Cheng.

Seeing that things were going badly, Hu Cheng gave Manager Liu a look, quickly seized an opportunity, broke free from the old man's hand, and ran out of the crowd in a disheveled state.

He ran off in such a hurry that he didn't even see Chen Bozheng and the others coming over to watch the commotion.

By the time the others chased after him, Hu Cheng had already jumped into a Santana and driven away, the car's exhaust fumes spraying everyone's faces.

"That bastard, he can run away, but he can't hide!"

Grandpa Wang and the others said, "We're not leaving today. We refuse to believe he won't come back for the rest of his life!"

Manager Liu and his colleagues were left behind, their smiles stiff as they faced the homeowners who seemed to want to tear them apart.

Wen Qunshu was somewhat terrified as he looked at it.

He whispered to Chen Bozheng, "Boss, something like this won't happen in our neighborhood, will it?"

Chen Bo gave him a knife-like look.

Hua Lingfeng chuckled and patted Wen Qunshu on the shoulder. "Little Wen, you're really good with words. Are you really a college graduate?"

Wen Qunshu adjusted his glasses. "How could this be fake? I was the top student in the whole school when I got into university."

Hua Lingfeng used to have a certain appreciative view of highly educated people, especially college students, but now, seeing Wen Qunshu's behavior, his appreciative view has been shattered.

This kid is completely dim-witted. Although he can read and write, his interpersonal skills and speech are hardly better than a mute.

Wen Chan said coldly, "This kind of thing won't happen on our construction site, but if you continue to gamble, it's only a matter of time before someone comes to your door."

Wen Qunshu gave an awkward smile.

Chen Bo pulled Hua Lingfeng aside and whispered a few words in his ear.

Hua Lingfeng's eyes lit up, and he gave Chen Bozheng a thumbs up, "Okay, leave this to me."

Wen Chan was a little curious, so on the way to lunch she asked him what he had said to Hua Lingfeng.

Chen Bo was driving, a smile playing on his lips. "Nothing much, just giving Hu Cheng something to do. Hu Cheng is a dirty guy, who knows what he'll do after he gets out. I asked Xiao Hua to find some reporters to expose the situation in Jingyang Community."

Wen Chan said "Oh," which is a good idea.

Mr. Ye and his wife Zhao Dan hadn't seen each other for several months, and Mr. Ye looked even more energetic and prosperous.

Zhao Dan, in particular, wore a string of jade Buddha pendants around her neck that were exceptionally clear and translucent. Upon seeing Wen Chan, she warmly came over to shake hands: "Sister, you're finally back in the country! How are you feeling now?"

Wen Chan smiled and said, "You're much better now, sister. You look great. You must be making a lot of money in business lately."

Speaking of this, Zhao Dan couldn't help but smile.

"A few months ago, I tried my hand at selling children's clothes, and business was great. I never imagined that people in the city would be so willing to spend money on their children!"

"That's right. We also brought in a batch of children's sunglasses before, originally planning to sell them as a package deal. Unexpectedly, the kids really liked them, and we even made some money from the children's sunglasses alone."

Mr. Ye was all smiles, looking just like Maitreya Buddha.

Wen Chan, seeing that his potbelly was practically 300 meters protruding, teased, "Brother Ye, you must have earned a lot and eaten a lot these past few months, right?"

Mr. Ye scratched his head sheepishly.

Zhao Dan pulled Wen Chan to sit down. "We really have no choice. In the clothing business, you have to socialize. There are so many manufacturers and distributors you have to maintain relationships with."

Chen Bo nodded and said, "I understand."

The waiter knocked on the door, pushed it open, and brought in the menu.

Zhao Dan wanted to order more good dishes, but Wen Chan stopped her, saying that the four of them could not eat much, and that ordering four or five dishes would be a waste.

Today's meal wasn't just about Wen Chan connecting with Zhao Dan and the others; it was mainly about discussing business.

"Sister Zhao, Brother Ye, I have an idea. Have you ever considered opening a clothing specialty store?"

"A franchise store?" Zhao Dan was taken aback, exchanged a glance with Boss Ye, and then said, "Aren't franchise stores only for big brands? Our KIDs brand doesn't have much of a reputation right now."

"Fame is something that can be hyped up."

Wen Chan said, "It's not only big brands that can open specialty stores. In foreign countries, niche brands also have a market. However, I still have high hopes for you two. You are bold and decisive, and you are also insiders. I am currently employed by Miss Zhang. Miss Zhang plans to open an investment company in China. As the name suggests, this investment company will invest in companies with good prospects and take shares. As long as the project has good prospects, the amount of investment is negotiable."

Chen Bo was picking up a piece of fish for her.

Wen Chan glanced at it, a smile playing on her lips, and then continued looking at Zhao Dan and his wife, saying, "Currently, no one in China has started a clothing specialty store. You can try it first. We can advertise in movies, TV series, and television, and hire celebrities to endorse it. As long as people think that your brand's clothes are high-end and classy, ​​I believe that this brand can be established. At that time, the money you earn will not be just a few million."

Zhao Dan and Boss Ye both found their breathing becoming rapid.

No one in business would complain about making too much money.

The couple firmly believed in Wen Chan's abilities.

Mr. Ye hesitated and said, "If we invest, what if your company has different ideas from my wife and me?"

Wen Chan paused for a moment, somewhat surprised.

However, she wasn't too surprised. Any self-made boss would be very sensitive about the management of the company. "Our principle is not to interfere too much in the development of the company, but the premise is that we cannot misuse the money we invest. How to operate in the future will have to be discussed slowly."