Chapter 139 The 139th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 139 The 139th Day of Not Running Away The First Day of Not Running Away...

"Section Chief Cai, what brings you here?"

Upon seeing Section Chief Cai suddenly rebel, Chen Bozheng and the others stood up to greet him.

Hua Lingfeng hurriedly pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

Section Chief Cai waved his hand: "Oh, don't bother with your work. I hope my sudden visit didn't disturb your work."

Hua Lingfeng lit a cigarette for him. "Are you trying to belittle us? No matter how important the work is, it's not as important as you."

Section Chief Cai took the cigarette, and this time a smile appeared on his face.

Chen Bo poured him a glass of water. Section Chief Cai took it, thanked him, took a puff of his cigarette, and then looked a little embarrassed: "Well, you should all know about what happened in the neighborhood next door."

Chen Bozheng and the others exchanged glances.

How could I not know that?

Section Chief Cai said, “I won’t hide it from you. This matter has caused quite a stir. The higher-ups want to appease the public, since that piece of land is one of the pilot projects for commercial housing. If this happens, it will be difficult to promote commercial housing and conduct bidding in the future. I think you guys are quite reliable. You’ve sold almost all the houses here. You should be able to finish in another month or two.”

Chen Bozheng said, "There are still some things to finish, and with the renovations, it's probably not until February next year that the building can be officially handed over."

He was only half telling the truth. The renovation was real, but the handover date was fake; it would be handed over by the end of the year.

Section Chief Cai said, "That's alright. You have a lot of people, and the construction of the houses here is mostly done. You can find someone to keep an eye on it, and the others can be freed up to look after other places."

At this point, it's practically an explicit statement.

Liang Wenxuan frowned and said, "Section Chief Cai, Jingyang Community is a hot potato. It's been revealed that the steel bars there are of poor quality. Whoever takes over the houses there will be in big trouble. Just those completed floors will have to be demolished, which will cost a lot of money. In addition, there are the homeowners who want refunds and the suppliers. None of them are easy to deal with."

Chen Bozheng and the others remained silent, but their meaning was roughly the same.

The reason Hu Cheng had to run away was because the mess over there was too troublesome. Otherwise, why would he run away? He wasn't an orphan.

Section Chief Cai said, “I know, I know, don’t worry. If you’re willing to take over this project, we can discuss anything. I’ve heard that you’re serious and responsible, and have a great reputation. The people who buy houses there all praise you. If you take over the project, I guarantee that most of those who buy houses won’t ask for a refund.”

Section Chief Cai's attitude was very sincere.

Chen Bozheng and the others hesitated for a moment.

Section Chief Cai pressed on, saying, "Furthermore, if you're willing to take over this project, I can guarantee you'll get an award for outstanding private enterprises next year!"

Awards?

A thought crossed everyone's mind.

Chen Bo thought for a moment and said, "Section Chief Cai, we understand what you mean. However, this is no small matter, and we all need to discuss it. How about this, you give us a week to think about it, and we'll contact you when we've made up our minds."

“We don’t mean to delay, but as you said, that piece of land is related to the government’s reputation. If we want to take it over, we have to make sure it’s done well and that no one can find fault with it. Such an important matter can’t be decided hastily or to fool you, right?”

Section Chief Cai looked at Chen Bozheng, stood up, and nodded. "What you said makes sense. I was too hasty. Okay, I'll give you a week to consider it. President Chen, President Hua, please think it over carefully. If you can take on that project, I, Old Cai, will owe you a favor."

After Section Chief Cai left, Chen Bozheng and the others looked at each other.

Hua Lingfeng scratched his head: "What do you guys think about this? I feel quite conflicted. Old Cai is a trustworthy person, he's a man of his word, and the benefits he says he'll give will definitely be substantial."

“We really need an award to boost our prestige,” Wang Quan said. “With this award, we’ll have a competitive edge over others, whether we’re going out to compete or bidding.”

Liang Wenxuan pulled up a chair, plopped down, and, smoking a cigarette, said irritably, "It's an advantage, but we need to consider our own capabilities. That property development is a hot potato; whoever takes it will be in a mess. Can the few of us handle it?"

He took a deep drag of his cigarette, exhaled, and stubbed it out in the ashtray. He continued, “There’s another thing. That piece of land owes a lot of money to the workers and suppliers. It’s at least several hundred thousand yuan. If we really take it over, not to mention the land price, we’ll have to throw in at least 500,000 yuan to resolve this mess.”

Liang Wenxuan, after all, has been in the real estate business in Beijing for many years, so he is relatively knowledgeable about these matters.

These days, suppliers usually deliver goods first and then pay later, settling accounts piece by piece at the end of the project.

However, if you have a history of canceling orders, the supplier will be more cautious and will definitely not give you payment after delivery.

The same applies to migrant workers, which means that during the construction period, cash flow cannot be interrupted, and there may even be a need for advance payment.

There is no such thing as a free lunch.

There are reasons why no one is willing to buy properties in Jingyang Residential Area, even though it has a good location and reasonable prices.

Chen Bozheng said, "Okay, everyone should go back and think about it carefully these next few days. We'll have a meeting on Thursday to discuss it. Whether we can get it or not, we need to seriously consider it."

at the same time.

Wen Chan was in her hotel room when Little Fatty and Fatty bumped into each other.

The fat man immediately protested: "If she's called Little Fatty, then I'm called Fatty. People will easily confuse us."

The chubby boy blushed and said, "Then just call me Xiao Pan."

Hearing cicadas is neither good nor bad.

The fat man nodded in satisfaction: "Little Pan, that's not bad. I heard from Sister Yanzi that you're very skilled. How about we have a few moves?"

Wen Chan looked at the fat man speechlessly, "Fatty, Xiao Pan is my bodyguard. Do you think he's here to play around with you? Stop making a fuss and hurry up and tidy up this room. Put that computer by the window and put a chair over here so the interviewees can sit down."

The fat man may be a chatterbox, but he gets the job done very efficiently.

While working, he asked, "Sister-in-law, there are only three of us in our company right now. Will we be able to handle the job interviews? How about we ask Zheng Ge and the others to come and lend a hand for a few days?"

Wen Chan said, "No need. I've already discussed it with the hotel staff and asked them to come and help us."

She tried to push the sofa away, and Xiao Pan quickly came over to help.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Wen Chan went to open the door and saw the supervisor, Su Xi, leading several male waiters over. She smiled and greeted them.

"Miss Su."

"Miss Wen, I figured you'd be busy today, so I brought some people over early. Do you need any help?"

Su Xi asked with a smile.

Before Wen Chan could speak, the fat man immediately said enthusiastically behind her, "Yes, yes, we really need you. Please come in quickly."

Wen Chan looked slightly helpless and turned to the side, saying, "Thank you for your help."

This room belongs to Chen Bozheng and his family, but they haven't used it much lately. Wen Chan needs to clear out the things in the living room and bedroom to use this place for the interview.

The presidential suite they booked also needs to be modified in the next few days to serve as a studio for the next few months.

It can be said that the work is not difficult, but it is tedious. All office supplies, such as computers, desks and chairs, must be provided by oneself.

It's not that you can't interview or work in other places, but there's a saying: "Respect the clothes before you respect the person."

The same applies to companies; the location of your office determines how interviewees and business partners will treat you.

Wen Chan was extremely busy for the past two days. She placed a job advertisement in the newspaper and also sent people to universities to promote it.

There's no other way; there are few college graduates in China, and scarcity drives up prices, so companies can only attract them with high salaries and a friendly demeanor.

Because of this, she even brought Wen Qunshu over to work as her assistant, making him responsible for miscellaneous tasks, which meant taking on administrative responsibilities.

The fat man had been worried, so he found an opportunity to pull her aside and whispered, "Sister-in-law, why did you let Wen Qunshu come and help us?"

“He’s a college graduate after all,” Wen Chan said. “Besides, he does a pretty good job.” The fat man said, “He does a good job, but he’s a gambler. What if he tampers with the books, takes kickbacks, or does something bad?”

Wen Chan shook her head decisively: "No way."

The fat man looked helpless. "Sister-in-law, you don't understand. Gamblers are truly incurable; they're capable of anything!"

The fat man was worried that Wen Chan would be deceived by Wen Qunshu's refined appearance.

Wen Chan was aware of the fat man's concerns.

But she understood Wen Qunshu better than the fat man.

Wen Qunshu's life in his previous life was quite miserable. He was a college student in the 1990s who was supposed to be highly educated, but he somehow managed to live a life worse than a street sweeper.

Although he had unstable jobs and was often fired, he never stole money or took kickbacks. Even when he was a small vendor, he was honest and hardworking.

"I believe he won't."

Wen Chan's tone was calm and confident.

Before the fat man could say anything more, Wen Chan smiled and said, "No need to say anything, let's go quickly. Someone will come for an interview tomorrow, and we still have a lot of work to do."

She patted the fat man on the shoulder, turned around and was about to walk back when she saw Wen Qunshu at the corner.

Wen Qunshu stared at her blankly.

The fat man was puzzled when he saw her stop. When he walked over and saw Wen Qunshu, he was also stunned and embarrassed. He scratched his head and said, "Um, when did you get here?"

Wen Qunshu suddenly smiled and tossed the printed interview questions in her hand. "I just printed out some questions, Sister Wen, take a look."

Wen Chan took a look at the questions. They were quite good, covering a wide variety of topics, including national policies, legal provisions, and even the price of an egg and the current price of pork.

These questions can be said to have been created based on Wen Chan's ideas.

Whether you can answer the questions or not is not so important; what matters is how the interviewees react.

She wasn't looking for someone with high scores but low ability, but rather someone who could adapt to changing circumstances. However, if someone could answer these questions, then they were a talented individual.