Back in the room, Shen Hou took a shower and watered the cactus.
Then he sat down by the bed and took out the mobile phone and bank card that Shen Qiantuo had handed over by Zhou Qingfu.
She thought about it, dialed a number...
Tianshui Real Estate, President's Office.
Knock—
"Go in."
"President Shen, something has gone wrong in Beihai."
Hearing this, the man flipped through the file without stopping. He still glanced at ten lines, "Talk about it."
"Vice President Lin invited several local partners for dinner. Originally, all the joints have been opened up, so it should be foolproof. But when the bidding for the land was cut off by another real estate company, the base price given was only higher than ours. Two million more."
Two million sounds like a lot, but for the land price of one billion or even ten billion, it is not worth mentioning.
When major real estate companies bid, they will give a reserve price on the submitted tenders. The higher the price is the principle, usually the gap between the quotation and the quotation ranges from as small as eight digits to tens of digits.
The price difference of millions is either because the other party is too lucky or knows our reserve price in advance. Now it seems that the second possibility is relatively high.
Shen Qian: "Let Lin Sen come back immediately."
The secretary was surprised: "What about the Beihai project?" Everything is ready, but Dongfeng owes it. If you give up at this time, all the previous efforts will be in vain.
"I will handle it myself."
Shen Qian has an apartment near the company, which is his own real estate. Sometimes it is too late for socializing and it is not convenient to go back to the old house before staying in, but he has everything he needs to prepare.
He simply packed his luggage and drove to the airport.
The secretary called to inform him of the flight number and departure time. With two hours left, he walked towards the VIP lounge.
Less than five minutes after sitting down, the phone rang again.
"Hey."
"Brother, this is Shen Hou."
"what's up?"
At the other end, it took a long time before he cautiously said: "Are you... in a bad mood?"
"No," the man said slowly, "I asked Mr. Zhou to pick you up and leave the hospital. Are you home now?"
"Ok."
Over there, Lin Sen sent the information of his opponent's company to Shen Qian's mailbox. While holding his mobile phone, the man kept turning the pages while staring at the computer screen.
The result of one mind and two uses is that the tone is a little casual.
Shen Wei heard it, no longer being wordy, and went straight to the topic: "That mobile phone and bank card..."
"For you." The man interrupted.
"This... isn't it good?"
"Then you plan to come back?" Shen Qian closed the computer, leaned back, and leaned against the back of the soft sofa.
The other end choked obviously, and the man waited for her to answer with interest.
For a long while, "Is there any reason to go back to the things I sent out?" Mumbled, although it was a complaint, it was a bit delicate.
Shen Qian raised his eyebrows, the little white rabbit seemed a little bolder
This discovery made him feel good.
Just like keeping a pet, the unfamiliar environment will inevitably make the little guy be on guard. When he gets familiar, he will occasionally flash his paws and scratch his owner.
Very interesting, isn't it
Shen Qian: "Then do you want it or not?"
Shen Hou: "Yes!"
The man let out a deep laugh, like resonance from the vibration of a double bass speaker.
"I won't tell you!" Hang up directly.
Shen Qian's face smiled even more, and the young girl was angry, shy and sweet.
But in fact, Shen Hou was expressionless during the whole process. Even though the voice contained rich emotions, his eyes were like a deep pool, and they were bottomless.
In the afternoon, she found an excuse to go out and called for a taxi on the side of the road: "Go to Bronze Street."