"Wait!" Xiong Haizhou's mind turned a few times before he made up his mind to stop Zhang Xianwen, who was already at the door.
Even before seven o 'clock, in the season when most of China lacked electricity, the capital's night sky was still vibrant and colorful.
According to the regulations, the main hotels, restaurants, entertainment venues, shopping malls, and other night lighting facilities had to be brightly lit. Sightseeing at night had also become an important part of many travel agencies.
In the past, on a moonless night, there were no electric lights, and the alleys were not lit. If people went out at night without a lantern, they would get more and more afraid, panicking, and get lost in the dark alleys. Perhaps the length of the alleys was about the same, so it was easy to get lost and not be able to find one's home.
Sometimes, they would wander around in the same place for the whole night. It was commonly known as being haunted.
At that moment, Li He was sitting at the Four Seas Restaurant, drinking with Pinsong and the others.
Opposite him was Zhang Xianwen.
"Did he agree?"
Zhang Xianwen smiled. "Of course, Boss Li. That's close to three hundred million. He can't bear to part with it. He has to agree even if he doesn't want to."
Li He smiled. "He doesn't have any suspicions?"
In essence, he and Xiong Haizhou were the same kind of people. They would never take risks without a way out.
Zhang Xianwen said, "I think he'll ask around at most, but we bought the Gan Bai district for real. We're not faking it. He has no choice but to believe us."
The balding Fatso Liu also said, "Boss Li, don't worry. I won't let Xiong Haizhou rest for the next few days."
This was also his first time meeting Li He. He did not know much about Li He, but he knew Su Ming, Pinsong, Shou Shan, and the others very well. He had always followed their lead. Now that Li He could make these people lower their heads, he could roughly guess Li He's status, so he did not dare to be negligent.
Helping Li He this time was also helping himself. His resentment towards Xiong Haizhou had been bottled up in his heart for a long time.
Li He was almost done drinking. He put down the glass and pushed the bone plate in front of him away. Just as he took out a cigarette, Su Ming lit it up.
He flicked the ash off his cigarette and said indifferently, "You guys do as you see fit. I still want to see the results."
The progress was faster than he had imagined. He did not expect Xiong Haizhou to be a guy who looked strong on the outside but was actually weak on the inside. To be honest, he was quite disappointed.
"Brother, don't worry. We will definitely do it properly." Pinsong had become familiar with his boss's temper over the years.
Li He had a lot of trust in him. This was all built on the basis of "reporting". He would report to Li He about the parts of the work that should be reported, and Li He would carry it out.
Whatever he did without reporting, Li He would tilt his head and ask a few questions. There were more questions among the questions, and the instructions he received were very vague.
To put it bluntly, what Li He wanted was an advance report so that he could grasp the overall situation.
During this period of time, the real estate developers led by Li He created a bloody storm in the capital.
What?
There were 2,000 houses in the Third Ring Road?
Not only Xiong Haizhou cried, but also the real estate developers outside the Third Ring Road.
In the face of the aggressive sales strategy of Purple Jade Villa and Champs-Elysea Garden, what should other real estate developers do?
It was obviously useless to put out some fake good news to deceive consumers. Should they reduce the price or not?
It was a difficult choice!
If they did not reduce the price, the houses could not be sold at all, and the cash could not be recovered, which was almost waiting for death. If they realized the strategy of reducing the price and started a price war, it meant cutting off their flesh. For those big real estate developers with strong strength and abundant cash flow, they might be able to resist.
But for the weak real estate developers with meager profits and extremely tight cash flow, it was basically tantamount to courting death. There was only a little bit of flesh left, and it would be gone if they cut it again.
Although what Li He did was cruel to many small real estate developers, the business world itself meant cruelty, which was crueler than life.
In this increasingly hot season of spring and summer, the industry was reshuffled on a large scale. Many people felt that they were passing the winter, and only they were clear that they were looking forward to Xiong Haizhou's quick death!
But to the delight of many developers, Xu Guohua and Fatty Liu encountered trouble. Both the big and small newspapers began to question the quality of the houses in Purple Jade Villa and Champs-Elysea Garden for several days in a row.
A reporter wrote, "Do you realize how good the quality of the products you buy are?"
"I went to the site. At that time, I saw the thin walls and materials. I'm a layman, but I always felt something was wrong. Of course, the decoration after the construction was very beautiful, but that's just the appearance …"
"Developers advertise how good the location is, but they don't say how good the quality of the steel used in the house is, how good the cement is. They are not like the real seller. The real seller should boast that the quality of his products is good, so I feel that they are exaggerated. So what you buy is not a comfortable home, but safety and quality …"
"In the booming real estate market, developers do the opposite and suddenly sell at a loss. The quality of the houses is not estimated to be good …"
Those who had the intention to buy houses were naturally happy in the face of the sudden price reduction. They shouted when they were drunk, "I'll buy a suite tomorrow, and in two years, I'll show you that I'm at the peak of my life!"
Then the others began to agree and applaud.
But when they sobered up and saw the newspaper reports about Purple Jade Villa and Champs-Elysea Garden, they silently said to themselves, "I'm joking, I'm joking. Buying a house is such an important thing. How can it be a joke? Let's wait and see. "
Xu Guohua, Pinsong, Guo Fuxing and others were indifferent. They were not in a hurry to clarify the truth of these things. Their purpose was to disturb the market, not to sell houses. What's more, the less losing business, the better.
Similarly, Xiong Haizhou's real estate could not be sold. It was not because he obeyed the agreement with Zhang Xianwen and did not sell it, but because he could not sell it.
In front of the sales department of Summer Palace Villa, different buyers came to make trouble every day, holding banners and asking to return their houses!
In the beginning, he didn't pay attention to it. He had been in the real estate business for so many years, what kind of people had he not seen?
The first person who wanted to return his house did so because he had a small background or he was generous. As for the second imitator, he adopted the big stick policy!
The thugs who pretended to be the security guards of Summer Palace Villa had an 'inevitable' conflict with the owners who wanted to return their houses.
It was not a big deal as long as they did not kill people.
Xiong Haizhou was very sure about this, and he was very experienced.
Five or six victims' family members came to the sales department to seek justice, but he was still tough and dealt with all kinds of dissatisfaction.
So there were another five or six victims.
However, the situation was beyond his expectation.
More and more victims' family members appeared, holding banners, cursing and sitting quietly. Dozens of people blocked the entrance of Summer Palace Villa.
At the same time, a group of people appeared one after another. They did not come to return their houses, but to defend their rights.
The interior area or building area of the house that the seller handed over did not match the area stipulated in the commercial housing sales contract!
There were already about a hundred people at the entrance of Summer Palace Villa!
He did not dare to call the police because this had become a mass incident. He was a cultured person with a brain, so he naturally would not be muddle-headed. Once things got out of hand, there was no right or wrong. The louder, the weaker, and the more people would definitely win in the end. The unlucky one was still him.
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