Manager He, whose name is He Yongjing, flew to Linhuai with the temporarily formed project team after talking with Fang Ye that afternoon.
The next day, he stayed in the hotel to handle the work. First, he asked his staff to find out the basic situation of Bronze Street. It would be best to get a list of the landlords and their contact information.
Before that, what he needs to consider is how to get these old houses at the lowest price.
The movement must not be too big, lest the homeowners unite and drive up the price.
But it can't be too small, no style, who will buy it
Before he could figure out what to do, the person he sent out came back.
earlier than he thought.
He Yongjing frowned, "Is everything done?"
"Mr. He, the situation may be different from what we expected..."
"What do you mean?" He Yongjing's eyelids twitched, and a bad premonition welled up in his heart.
"The old houses on Bronze Street have been sold!"
In fact, this news is not difficult to inquire about. Just call a few homeowners, and you will know everything when you ask.
It's okay to say that one house is sold, but ten out of ten say the house is sold, and that's a big problem.
"Check it out for me! Who dares to cut Lou's hair!"
The results came out quickly.
In fact, there is no need to check at all, because the other party has no intention of hiding it.
In Jiang Fuyue's original words: "If you don't tell them, how will you talk about it?"
Yi Hansheng: "..."
Ling Qingzhou: "..."
"Yufeng Real Estate?" He Yongjing looked at the investigation results, his brain was working quickly, but he didn't have any memory about this company.
"Have you heard of it?" He turned his head and asked the people under him.
Everyone shook their heads.
"It can't be a new company..."
Facts have proved that this is indeed a company that cannot be newer.
He Yongjing: "Ask an appointment with the person in charge of this company. I'd like to see who the hell is!"
Soon, the people under him reported: "The appointment is over, tomorrow at noon, Xilun Restaurant."
He Yongjing sneered, and contempt flashed in his eyes.
I thought it was some great big shot, but it was nothing more than that.
The next day, He Yongjing went to the banquet in a suit and leather shoes.
The other party was a middle-aged man in his thirties and forties with a beer belly and the appearance of a full-fledged nouveau riche.
The contempt in He Yongjing's heart was even worse, several times of verbal maneuvers gave him the upper hand, and he thought he had won the opponent.
He was no longer polite: "Then be straightforward, straight to the point, and tell me, at what price do you plan to sell the old house on Bronze Street?"
The other party smiled and was about to speak.
He Yongjing couldn't help reminding: "You should know that I can ask you this, and I represent Lou's, and what Lou's means in the real estate industry, I don't think you need to say more, you are also very clear."
"It's very clear," the man nodded, with a smile still on his seemingly honest face, "But no matter how powerful Lou is, he still has to pay for things, right?"
He Yongjing smiled slightly.
Then the man continued: "The old house on the whole street, including the shop on the first floor, is priced at 2 billion yuan."
"How much?!" He Yongjing couldn't believe his ears.
"2 billion." With a calm mind, "I can't do anything less."
"You, this is extortion!"
"Anyway, I've already brought the price. You might as well go back and ask your boss. I'm also going back to report on my work. Let's both find each other."
"Wait... what report?" He Yongjing was stunned, "Aren't you the boss of Yufeng Real Estate?"
"Huh?" The man's tone was exaggerated, "How can I be the boss? You don't think that with your position and status, you can let Boss Yufeng spend a meal to make an appointment in person, do you?"
He Yongjing's face turned blue and red.
"What kind of teapot should match what kind of lid, you have a good idea, the key is whether you match it?"
"..."
After a meal, He Yongjing was so angry that he almost vomited blood.
He was so high-spirited and arrogant before he came here, and he still felt that the other party's boss was superficial and contemptuous, and had no city power.
result…
The other party really didn't take him seriously, and just found someone under him to pass on the message, making it ridiculous that he was just a clown who was serious and singing and fighting.
"Mr. He, I have already brought the words, 2 billion, you can't make up your mind if you think about it, you should go back and ask someone who can make decisions as soon as possible. Thank you for the hospitality today, then I will take a step first."
After speaking, get up and leave.
Leaving the restaurant and getting in the car, the man took out his mobile phone: "Boss Yi, I'll do as you said. The other party thought I was the boss, and they used strong accents when they spoke, but finally realized that I was just a messenger. It's wonderful."
"Really? Have you brought all the words?"
"I have brought it! I have brought it! I can't do anything less than 2 billion, I will remember it!"
Yi Hansheng on the other end was startled, and his voice suddenly raised: "How much?!"
"Two, two billion? What's the matter? That's the price on the email I received, don't you know?"
"Ah? Hahaha..." After a burst of concealed laughter, Yi Hansheng said seriously, "Of course I know! How could you not know what I asked you to do? I know it too well!"
No wonder!
It is true that he sent the email, but the content inside was created by Jiang Fuyue.
Yi Hansheng didn't read it at all, so he forwarded it directly.
It turned out to be two billion!
After the call was over, Jiang Fuyue, who was sitting across from Yi Hansheng and sipping tea, gave a thumbs up: "If you want to say that you are the best, you are the best."
Jiang Fuyue slowly raised her eyes...
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Second watch, two thousand words.
It's about eleven o'clock in the third watch~