Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 172 of 214
"Ah—" Miss Song shrieked, clutching her swollen cheek and glaring at Chen Shutang in shock and fury: "You dare hit me?"
Watching Miss Song's expression, Yang Ce silently cheered. He had wanted to give Miss Song a taste of it himself a moment ago, but this was a public place, and striking a woman would have made him look bad. Chen Shutang hitting her, though, was another matter entirely—woman to woman, who could say what was fair?
"Hitting you was letting you off light," Yang Ce said with a cold sneer. "You brought this on yourself. And another thing—I hadn't intended to compete anymore, but with someone like you, I find it hard not to take you to task."
Having finished, Yang Yanzhou paid her no further attention and asked Li Dagang directly, "Which real estate company owns this development?"
In Songjiang, no real estate company could afford to ignore Hou Lin and Bao Lin—unless it had a death wish. Besides, all Yang Ce had to do now was secure a single apartment; no company president would be so foolish as to offend underworld figures over such a trifle.
"It's Xinheng Real Estate," Li Dagang said, somewhat at a loss. Yang Ce was his boss, but to start a dispute with other clients right in front of Manager Liu put Li Dagang in an awkward spot. Still, weighing the two, his ties to Yan were naturally far closer than those to Manager Liu, so he raised no word to dissuade Yang Juehuan.
As for Manager Liu, his expression changed at once. He did not know exactly who this Miss Song was, but a call from the sales manager on the developer's side had vaguely hinted that the person Miss Song had behind her was no ordinary sort.
And now someone had actually slapped Miss Song in his own office. If this blew up, he would be in real trouble too. But then he looked at Yang Ce's side—anyone who could afford the Sun-Moon Pavilion must have means as well. Whichever side was stronger, neither was something a man of his station could contend with. After weighing it every which way, he decided to help neither side.
"Xinheng Real Estate?" Yang Puqi was startled. He knew this company all too well—the jewelry company's shop had been bought through Xinheng; it was Wu Zhongjie's father's enterprise.
Yang Ce had originally meant to have Bao Lin step in, but the moment he heard it was Xinheng Real Estate, he changed his mind, took out his phone, and called Wu Zhongjie directly.
"Hello? Yang, it's been ages since you called me—I've missed you to death!" Wu Zhongjie, picking up Yang Juehuan's call, said excitedly.
"Save the rest for later. I need a favor. Huasong Wenyuan is a development by Xinheng. I've taken a fancy to an apartment here, but I hear someone reserved it through your father's company. Ask around for me and see if it can be transferred." Yang Yanzhou said.
"That? Shouldn't be a problem," Wu Zhongjie said with a chuckle. "And even if it is, once I kick up a fuss, my dad's got no choice—I'll threaten him with failing my next exam."
"You little rascal. Fine, I'll wait for your word," Yang Shuyu said. This was as good as settled.
While Yang Cenbin was on the phone, Miss Song was making a call of her own to summon help: "Honey, I've been hit—boo-hoo—you have to come over right now, I've been bullied to death. I'm at the sales office of Huasong Wenyuan, at Manager Liu's place, right—I'll be waiting for you."
Before long, Wu Zhongjie called back.
"How'd it go?" Yang Yanchuan asked.
"Done. The sales manager was the one who booked it out—one word from my dad and it was settled. The sales office should have gotten the call by now," Wu Zhongjie said, angling for credit.
"Good. I owe you one—one of these days I'll teach you a thing or two," Yang Yanzhou said.
"Heh, you said it—no taking it back!" Wu Zhongjie said, beaming.
Sure enough, Yang Cenbin had no sooner hung up than Manager Liu's office phone rang.
"Hello? Oh, Secretary Wang, hello, hello," Manager Liu said, greeting him again and again.