Chapter 143 The 143rd Day of No More Running Away The First Day of No More Running Away...

Chapter 143 The 143rd Day of No More Running Away The First Day of No More Running Away...

By the time Grandpa Chang and Grandma Lin left, they had changed their minds.

Grandpa Chang repeatedly asked Chen Bozheng, "Are you sure the housing prices in your neighborhood are going to be changed?"

That's right.

What truly changed the minds of Grandpa Chang and the others was Chen Bozheng's suggestion to change housing prices.

Chen Bozheng said, "That's for sure. Here, it's 1,600 yuan per square meter. It's unreasonable for it to be 1,400 yuan over there. As you know, they use substandard building materials over there, which is why it sells for 1,400 yuan. We plan to build it over there according to the standards of this community, so the price will definitely go up."

Liang Wenxuan also said, "Yes, if it weren't for the fact that you were scammed by Hu Cheng, you could have asked for a refund, and the house could still be sold later."

This person is fickle.

They show one face when they suffer a loss, and another face when they gain an advantage.

Grandpa Chang and the others did some mental calculations. They figured the houses in Jingyang Community would sell for 1,600 yuan a month, which meant they would make a profit as soon as they got their hands on the houses.

Then why bother with a refund?

Only a fool would ask for a refund!

Aunt Zhang said cheerfully, "Don't worry, we're all reasonable people. After seeing your place today, we're all relieved. We have no complaints about handing over the house to you. You guys have to work hard and try to hand it over by the middle of next year."

Chen Bozheng and the others agreed with smiles.

The Jingyang residential area is much larger than this one, so six months isn't enough, but it's estimated that the units can be handed over by October next year.

After seeing these people off, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

To compensate Chen Bozheng and his team, Section Chief Cai sold the land to them at a low price. But to be honest, the land was really troublesome. Just demolishing the existing foundation and buildings would take a lot of time and cost a lot of money.

If these homeowners want refunds, it will be a real hassle.

Chen Bo said to Grandpa He and the others, "Thank you all for your hard work today. It's my treat to a good meal."

Because of the dinner party, he got home quite late.

Wen Chan was at home reading when he came back.

After entering the room, he reeked of alcohol. Wen Chan went to pour him a glass of water. "How did you get so drunk?"

Chen Bo was holding a glass, not drinking, just looking at her.

Wen Chan raised an eyebrow at his gaze, walked over, and ruffled his hair with her hand. "Are you drunk? Do you even know who I am?"

Chen Bo smiled and grabbed her hand: "I know, my wife."

He took Wen Chan's hand and kissed it.

Wen Chan was both annoyed and amused. She pulled her hand back, went out to get a towel, soaked it in hot water, and used it to cover his face to wake him up.

At this moment, Chen Bozheng acted as if he had no temper, letting her torment him, his handsome face turning red from being rubbed.

He didn't resist, but just stared at her with his eyes open, making Wen Chan feel uneasy: "Why are you looking at me?"

"I'm happy," Chen Bozheng said. "The homeowner's issue has been resolved today."

Wen Chan smiled and said, "Then I must congratulate you, Mr. Chen. The location of that property is good, and the area is not small. If you can really take it over, you can make at least eight figures. However, if you ask me, you don't need to rush to sell. You can keep some houses and hold on to them. In a few years, these houses will be worth more than a thousand."

As she said these words, Chen Bo was staring intently at her.

Wen Chan tried to avoid his gaze, but the man's eyes stung her face like flames. She finally couldn't resist turning back to look at him, staring into his eyes. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"I want to kiss you," Chen Bozheng said, his voice hoarse.

Wen Chan pursed her lips, feeling both annoyed and amused.

The door to the west courtyard was closed, and the lights inside were turned off.

The bed board rattled for over an hour.

Wen Chan, exhausted, closed her eyes and leaned against the pillow, while Chen Bo was full of energy, showing no signs of his previous drunkenness.

He took a towel and wiped her face and fingers. He had never understood the meaning of "cherished like a treasure" before, but only now did he understand this feeling.

If he could, he would build a magnificent house for Wen Chan, just like Emperor Wu of Han built a golden house for Chen Ajiao, so that she could do nothing but enjoy all the beauty of the world.

But Wen Chan is not Gillian Chung; her tenacity and hard work far exceed those of ordinary people.

Wen Chan was exhausted. In her half-awake state, she felt herself being held. She mumbled a few words, and the other person's voice was very gentle, like a nocturne that lulled her into a dream.

Sun Peng and others have been interning for several days.

Before they came to work, these people were all a bit arrogant. After all, Sun Peng, Zhang Yan, and He Lan had all served as cadres in their classes or student unions, done a lot of work, and had been praised by teachers and leaders.

But once they actually started working, they realized how naive they had been to be so complacent.

When Wen Chan takes on a role, she is truly ruthless, criticizing people directly for their mistakes. However, she is also genuinely good at teaching.

How to write documents, how to analyze news, how to interview people, how to extract key points from resumes, and how to select the right people for the company.

These practical tips would take at least several months to learn in a training course before they'd tell you them like they're squeezing toothpaste out of you; she doesn't play these superficial games.

On the first day, I trained them, and on the second day, I let them get started and observe how she conducted interviews. On the third day, I let them start doing human resources work.

For college students accustomed to a slower pace, such high work efficiency is a real test of their physical and mental health.

But even under these circumstances, human progress is still very significant.

On Saturday, Wen Chan gave them a half-day off so they could catch their breath.

When Sun Peng and the others returned to school, they felt as if they had lived through another world.

The classmates probably felt the same way. It had only been a few days since they last saw each other, but they were all dressed in suits, leather shoes, and slicked-back hair. They looked like white-collar workers in foreign movies.

"Did this all come from that future company?"

A girl looked at Helan's suit skirt with envy; the neat cut made her look capable and elite.

Helan let the female classmates touch her clothes and said, "Yes, even our three meals a day are provided, and we also have foreign exchange certificates!"

"Really? Then you can just go to the Friendship Store and buy foreign goods?!"

A male classmate exclaimed in envy.

You should know that Friendship Store only accepts foreign exchange certificates. But if you don't have relatives abroad, you can't get foreign exchange certificates. So you can only look at the Friendship Store, not buy anything.

This has led to the emergence of a market for trading foreign exchange certificates, but these certificates are not cheap; 100 foreign exchange certificates can be exchanged for more than 120 yuan.

Helan and the others nodded reservedly.

Sun Peng said, "We have about 600 foreign exchange certificates a month. If you need them, you can exchange them with us."

As he was saying this, Song Ke walked into the classroom. Hearing this, Song Ke's eyes darkened, and he said to Sun Peng, "Sun Peng, does that mean we'll exchange them at a 1:1 ratio?"

Song Ke's words were clearly ill-intentioned.

Sun Peng and the others were stunned for a moment.

Zhang Yan frowned, about to get angry, but Sun Peng pulled him back. Sun Peng smiled at Song Ke and said, "We're all classmates, so we can't make money off you, but we can't be too bad off either. In short, it'll be cheaper than the market price. However, if you don't need much, come to me and I'll give you a 1:1 price, after all, we've been classmates for so many years."

Sun Peng's words drew praise from everyone for his righteousness.

Zhang Yan and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Although they were college students, not everyone had the financial resources of Sun Peng's family. Foreign exchange certificates were a small perk for Zhang Yan and others.

Wen Chan didn't forbid them from exchanging items with others, which essentially meant she tacitly approved it.

This is also a management trick: give employees some special benefits, and they will work their butt off to work for you.

College students are the group that is both the most in need of money and the least in need of money.

As soon as Sun Peng said this, people immediately wanted to pre-order more than 200 foreign exchange certificates from him, and others were also in high demand.

The classroom only quieted down when the teacher arrived.

They are now seniors, and there aren't many classes left. Most of them are preparing for internships, and many haven't been able to find jobs that allow them to settle in Beijing, so they're just drifting around.

The situation involving Sun Peng and others has stirred up the interest of many.

Although Future Investment Company is a foreign company, its benefits and compensation are far superior to many other companies, and it can even provide Beijing residency, making it a really good choice.

Compared to a secure job, it can't compare, but when there are no better options, working for this company is also a viable path.

In just one day, Sun Peng and his classmates received many explicit and implicit inquiries from classmates about the company's interviews.

Song Ke saw this and his eyes turned red with jealousy.

He was a native of Beijing, and the school assigned him a job, but the job was terrible—it was a forestry bureau, located in the suburbs.

Song Ke looked down on it. He went home to a small alley outside the Third Ring Road in Beijing. It was a large courtyard with five or six households crammed together. His family had three rooms, which was neither rich nor poor.

After all, Song Ke was his parents' only son.

His conditions are not as good as those of Sun Peng and others, but they are more than enough compared to those families with more than ten members crammed into one room.

"Isn't this Xiao Song? You're back?"

Grandpa Zhou came out carrying a coal stove and greeted Song Ke when he returned.

Song Ke ignored him and went straight inside, lifting the curtain at the front door.

Grandpa Zhou stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

His wife came out of the house, and Grandpa Zhou said, "Did you see that just now? How could Xiao Song next door be so rude?!"

His wife rolled her eyes. "I told you before, those college students are so arrogant and don't respect us at all."

After entering the room, Song Ke immediately threw the books on the table.

His mother heard the commotion from the inner room and came out to see what was going on. She was carrying a bowl of millet porridge. "What happened? Did you get upset at school?"

His father also came out, his hands behind his back, and said, "Is it because those Pengs from your school are rich that they look down on you again!"