Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 173 of 214
This Secretary Wang was the secretary to Chairman Wu of Xinheng. He was not Manager Liu's superior, but Xinheng was the largest real estate company in Songjiang, and whether Manager Liu's side made money at all depended on whether they handed him the apartments to sell.
There were plenty of real estate sales companies in Songjiang, and more than one or two eager to curry favor with Xinheng. Manager Liu knew this well, and so had always treated Xinheng's people with the utmost deference.
"What? The Sun-Moon Pavilion at half price?" Manager Liu was stunned. He had sold houses for years and had never sold at half price—half price would barely cover cost. True, these were villas with relatively larger margins, but no discount was given like that; eighty percent was already the limit. And now came half price?
Whatever was said on the other end, Manager Liu replied, "Chairman Wu gave the order personally—I understand, I understand. Sign the contract with Mr. Yang, is that right? Yes, of course."
The call ended, and Manager Liu now understood the strength of the two parties before him—one at eighty percent, one at half price. Anyone could see which was the more powerful.
"Manager Liu, the call's done—can we sign the contract now?" Yang Hengye smiled and asked mildly.
"This—" Manager Liu could not afford to offend Yang Ce, but neither could he afford to offend Miss Song. Word had it that the man behind Miss Song had deep underworld connections, and Manager Liu dared not offend anyone to the death.
Miss Song was now only waiting for her reinforcements. If she fought back herself, she would surely be no match for the two of them, so she swore inwardly that once her husband arrived, he would have to teach these two insolent fellows a lesson.
Reading Manager Liu's expression, Yang Ce knew he dared not offend Miss Song, and he did not mind. He simply said, "Then we'll sign in a while. Dagang, there's nowhere to sit in here—let's find a place to catch up."
"That works too," Li Dagang said, glancing at Manager Liu. Seeing no objection, he nodded.
"You can't leave! If you've got guts, stay right here and wait!" Miss Song, thinking Yang Ce meant to slip away, immediately protested.
"Whether I've got guts isn't for you to decide," Yang Ce said, glaring at Miss Song and speaking coldly. "Fine. But if you're so sure of yourself that you'd call someone to teach me a lesson, then I'll wait a while. Once I've sent your lot packing, I can sign the contract."
"Hmph," Miss Song snorted coldly, thinking: strut a little longer, and we'll see who's crying soon enough.
"Li Dagang, go find me a chair—there's not even anywhere to sit in here," Yang Ce said, looking at Miss Song, who had taken the only sofa for herself.
"Mr. Yang, please take my seat," Manager Liu said, rising hurriedly at Yang Juehuan's words and offering up his own chair. He knew that Yang Juehuan's status was surely no ordinary one—and compared with Miss Song, this was a man he could afford to offend even less.
This was what they call the illusion of the involved party: Miss Song had plainly seen Yang Ce obtain a lower price than she had, yet she still refused to credit Yang Moyi with any real strength.
Getting a discounted price did not prove anything, after all. She had just overheard Yang Juehuan's phone call, and it seemed he was merely on familiar terms with the son of Xinheng Real Estate's chairman.
To be continued.
690. Borrowing Momentum
Guo Jianchao had been riding high lately. Ever since the vast Wang Group was renamed Mingyang Entertainment Group, Guo Jianchao could hold his head higher than before.
There was no other reason—only that his boss was formidable. Wang Pu had been a man of considerable influence back in Songjiang, but set beside Hou Lin and Bao Lin, he was somewhat the lesser sorcerer facing the greater.