At the teahouse in Shichahai, Liu Zhen ordered an iced bowl. Nan Yi wanted to order mung bean soup, but the soup looked very green, and he knew that alum was added to it. After thinking about it, he ordered a bowl of almond tofu.
Nan Yi returned to sit next to Liu Zhen and was immediately mocked by him, "Why are you so slow?"
"I like it, it's none of your business."
"We're going to have a barbecue tomorrow night?"
"You have dinner parties at least a hundred days out of the 365 days in a year, and you eat delicious food at home. Why do you make it seem like I'm abusing you and not giving you anything good to eat?"
"What's wrong with eating some barbecue?" Liu Zhen said unhappily, "I'll just eat it."
"You can poop as you please. Tomorrow I will have porridge three times a day to scrape off the fat."
"Didn't you say you'd come to my house for lunch tomorrow?"
"I forgot about it. It's okay. Ask my mother-in-law to fry some watermelon rind and make porridge."
Liu Zhen hesitated for a moment and said, "Don't tell my mom about my dad."
"You think I'm stupid." Nan Yi laughed, "Do you think I should buy a golden house for my father-in-law and then arrange a young widow of twenty-six or twenty-seven for him?"
"Don't make fun of my dad."
"Okay, okay, okay."
The two of them laughed for a while, and then the food was brought over.
In the hot summer, something cool is needed to force the heat out of the body. After a while, you will feel a cool sensation on your body.
After eating, the two walked towards home, holding hands. When they were tired, they leaned on the wheels of the car. A quiet night soon came to an end.
The next day, after breakfast, Nan Yi began to look through the county annals. He not only read the content about Chongwenmen in its entirety, but also carefully memorized a paragraph that he thought he would use.
At nine o'clock, they showed up at Junwang Yayuan on time. Wang Shuodie led them to walk through all three buildings. Fang Chong was also busy. He brought several inspectors to inspect the quality of the buildings.
Finally, Nan Yi climbed to the top of the building, leaned on the railing with his hands behind his back and looked into the distance.
Nan Yi was looking at the terrain, Wang Shuodie and Bai Feifei were looking at him. Wang Shuodie was very nervous. He knew he couldn't handle this project. If Nan Yi didn't take over, he planned to think of other ways. If there was really no other way, he could only sell it at a low price.
Bai Feifei was quite curious about Nan Yi, and she also had a slight liking for him because of Nan Yi's behavior yesterday. At the same time, the image of Wang Shuodie in her mind was no longer as majestic as before.
She and Wang Shuodie were introduced by her teacher, who said that Wang Shuodie was a young, talented, wealthy, and had a glorious family background and a good character. She also said that if she married him, she would be a wealthy lady, walk the dog, and have no worries about food and drink. But now it seems to her that things are not as good as described.
Looking at Nan Yi, then turning around to secretly glance at Wang Shuodie, Bai Feifei felt inexplicably melancholy.
Wang Shuodie did not notice Bai Feifei's little move. His whole mind was on Nan Yi. After more than 20 minutes, seeing that Nan Yi had not moved, he could not help but stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Nan, what do you think?"
Nan Yi said without even turning his head: "Mr. Wang, relax your mind today. I will let Fang Chong discuss the price with you tomorrow. I want to give you a heads up. Fang Chong will try his best to lower the price. The less the better.
But in the end, we will increase the price of the house here and sell it outside. If we can't sell it at a high price, I would rather keep the house in my hands. I have the confidence and can afford the loss. I have connections in Hong Kong. As long as I am willing to find some people, there will be many people who will support me even if it means saving my face."
Wang Shuodie knew that Nan Yi was confident. If he didn’t know that Nan Yi was Fang Mengyin’s grandson, how could he wait for Nan Yi to give him “advice”.
"Mr. Nan, I understand what you mean. Even if you sell it for 100,000 per square meter, I won't be jealous."
Nan Yi turned back and said with a smile: "This is the best. If I sell this place, I will owe a lot of favors. I may make some money from this business, but I will owe a lot of favors. I won't dare to take this kind of project again if Mr. Wang has it in the future."
Wang Shuo waved his hands and said, "I won't be so reckless on the next project. I won't start work without figuring out how to sell it."
"Haha, Caishen Company not only provides real estate sales services, but also project planning. If you have any more projects, Mr. Wang, you may want to take care of my business. The company is full of professionals and I believe you will not be disappointed."
"Sure, sure."
"That's all for today. Goodbye."
Declining Wang Shuo's invitation to dinner, Nan Yi and Fang Chong left Prince's Garden.
"Find out the cost of Junwang Yayuan. We want half of the profit, no more, and no less."
Although the selling price of export-oriented houses is often 20,000 or 30,000 yuan per square meter, the profit is actually not as high as imagined. The vast majority of the profits belong to the country, and only a small portion is left for the real estate developers. Of course, relatively speaking, the profit is definitely much better than that of domestic-oriented houses.
However, the investment cost of export-oriented housing is N times higher than that of domestic-oriented housing. Not many mainland real estate companies can afford the land transfer fees alone. Therefore, most of the companies mainly engaged in the development of export-oriented housing are Hong Kong companies, such as Sun Hung Kai, Wharf Holdings, Henderson Land Development, New World Development, etc., as well as pseudo-foreign capital such as Century Link.
Although Junwang Yayuan only has three buildings, it would be impossible to develop it without hundreds of millions of dollars in funds. In the past two years, banks have been tightening their credit to the real estate industry. If one does not operate as crazy as Cai Linfen, it would be difficult to get a loan from the bank. In other words, Junwang Yayuan has to be developed with its own funds.
Once real estate can no longer use leverage and cannot rely on the power of banks, profits will not be as good as imagined, and sometimes may even not be able to beat bank interest rates.
If Nan Yi had not been certain that housing prices would rise, he would never have made early arrangements in the real estate sector. You should know that Tota Construction and Chunshen Construction all invested their own funds, and had already smashed the total net worth of the domestic rich list three or four times, but in return they only got steel and concrete in the CBD, relying on slowly collecting rent to fill the hole.
Therefore, Wang Shuodie should be in a hurry to cash out. If the funds are not active for one day, he will suffer huge losses . He could have asked for a huge profit and sucked all his profits away, but it would be too ugly and not conducive to the future development of Caishen Company. Only a win-win situation can make the road wider and wider.
"Master Nan, are you sure you can sell it?" Fang Chong asked.
"About 70% to 80%, that's enough. There's one more thing you need to arrange first. Tomorrow, after you've negotiated with Wang Shuodie, go to Jing Teahouse and ask the proprietress Jing how she wants to collect money. Once you've found out, give her three million, after tax, and the money must be visible."
"The company doesn't have that much money in its account."
"Don't worry about the money. I will lend it to the company privately. I will go to the company the day after tomorrow and call Li Hai. We will have a small meeting. If we want to complete this project, there are some unspeakable expenses. I need to explain them to you."
…
At noon, Nan Yi came to the large courtyard of Liu Zhen's house. As usual, Liu Genmu was not home. Even though he probably didn't have much money in his pocket and even though he might have to eat steamed buns for lunch, he didn't dare to come back early today.
It was still an envelope, they were still chatting and helping each other, and they were still talking about trivial things.
Lu Bifang is very satisfied with her current life. She lives in a big yard and has no worries about food and drink. As the richest family in the alley for ten consecutive years, she always receives a lot of praise from good neighbors who come to borrow space to store their things. They praise her son, daughter, and son-in-law, but no one mentions her husband, which makes her upset.
Although Lu Bifang didn't explain the situation, at least she was clear about it. She knew who brought her what she enjoyed today. She cared about her son-in-law, Nan Yi, and had great faith in him.
While eating at the table, Nan Yi suddenly said, "Mom, you and Dad are old, and the brothers don't live here. If something happens and no one takes care of you, I know someone who is about 40 years old. She has a mole the size of a Yuan Datou on the right side of her face. When she was a child, she accidentally burned her neck. She looks a little scary, but she is very skillful and a nice person. If you don't mind, I'll ask her to come and meet you some other day."
Lu Bifang put down her chopsticks, looked at Nan Yi's face, and said gloomily: "You and Liu Zhen also know about the old man's little things?"
Nan Yi was shocked by Lv Bifang's reaction. His mind raced, trying to guess where Liu Genmu had given away his identity. He eliminated all the possible reasons one by one, and finally stopped at "pants". There was too much information on the pants of the elderly, and as Liu Genmu's wife for decades, it was easy for Lv Bifang to interpret it.
Nan Yi figured it out. He was not surprised by this, but was a little surprised at how fast Lu Bifang's brain reacted. She could actually infer that he knew about Liu Genmu just from the fact that he deliberately arranged an ugly nanny. However, he could figure it out with a little thought. After all, Liu Zhen was not stupid, so how could Lu Bifang, who passed on Liu Zhen's genes, be so bad?
"Mom, what are you talking about? Did you have a fight with Dad?"
I can’t admit it, I absolutely can’t admit it. Some things are easier said than done.
Lu Bifang looked at Nan Yi's face suspiciously, not sure whether he really didn't know or was pretending.
After two or three seconds, Lu Bifang stopped staring and explained perfunctorily, "We didn't quarrel. Last time, the old man stole a lighter from a small shop at the entrance of the alley and was caught. He started yelling and was embarrassed."
"oh."
Nan Yi didn't dare to continue the topic of the nanny, so he could only talk about other things. His original plan to stay at Liu's house until the afternoon had to be abandoned. After dinner, he helped to clean up the dishes, and walked around the house and yard to see if there was anything that needed to be purchased or repaired. He said goodbye and left at about one o'clock.
In the next two days, Fang Chong and Wang Shuo agreed on a price of 20,200 yuan per square meter. Regardless of the floor, based on this average price, the three buildings had a construction area of ​​15,264 square meters, and the construction cost of the God of Wealth was 308.3 million yuan.
Fang Chong and Wang Shuodie signed the contract and received a red-covered house purchase contract with the letter "W" from the other party. Each contract was two pages long and only stipulated a few terms such as price, delivery date, and payment date. The area error was filled in by the developer himself and was not restricted.
When Nan Yi saw the contract, he struggled for a long time. The area of ​​each apartment was reduced from ten extra square meters to two or three square meters. After hesitating for a long time, he still felt guilty and had to give up.
Nan Yi despised himself very much. He thought that he was not a black-hearted person. With such a soft-hearted person like him, he had no right to work in the real estate industry.
By adding a few extra square meters out of thin air and taking into account the common area that is rumored to be implemented soon, the profit for each house can be several dozen thousand more, and the overall profit can be an extra 30 to 40 million. Unfortunately, in a moment, everything was wiped out.
He couldn't do it because he had no conscience, nor could he do it because of feudal superstition. On the third day, Nan Yi climbed up to the roof again and looked out from the railing. Standing next to him were the master of spatial psychology, the master of architecture, the historian who was proficient in the "Book of Changes", the aerodynamicist, and Pei Shuyi, who was known as the master of Feng Shui.
"Among the nine gates in the inner city of Beijing, the most mysterious one is Chongwen Gate, which is also the most legendary and has the most stories. The bell in the eight bells at the nine gates refers to Chongwen Gate. During the Ming and Qing dynasties, curfews were implemented and the city gates were closed at fixed points. The only signal for closing the gates was the bell at Chongwen Gate, and the other eight gates followed suit.
This is because the Nine-Gates Governor's Office is located at Chongwenmen, so it occupies a commanding position among the city gates.
Chongwenmen is also the gate of liquor. In the past, there was a saying that nine carts go through nine gates, and Chongwenmen was the place where liquor was transported. All liquor from the south route had to be taxed at Chongwenmen when entering the city. In the past, the signs of liquor shops would say "South Route Liquor" to indicate the origin of the liquor and to tell customers: My liquor entered the city from the South Gate, which is Chongwenmen, and I have paid taxes, so it is not private liquor.
Chongwenmen is also a tax gate. Not only wine carts have to pay taxes at Chongwenmen before entering the city, but passing merchants and merchants in the city also have to pay taxes at Chongwenmen. In the sixth year of Hongzhi in the Ming Dynasty, the imperial court established a tax office here, commonly known as the tax office, which became an important source of tax revenue for the government from the Ming and Qing Dynasties to the early years of the Republic of China.
In the past, it was said that the large scale under Chongwenmen was used to weigh goods for taxation. There was also a saying that the large scale under Chongwenmen was used to weigh private goods, not public goods.
There is also a well-known fact that there is a sea eye at Chongwenmen..."
"Nansheng, I know this rumor. It says that the Dragon King is suppressed in the sea eye. Some say that Liu Bowen surrendered him, and some say that it was Yao Guangxiao. In fact, it is not true. They are all false rumors."
Nan Yi nodded, "Yes, I took over these three buildings because there are legends of the Sea Eye and the Dragon King here, and there used to be a Guandi Temple in the Chongwenmen Wengcheng, and a Zhenhai Temple. This temple is different from the others, and there is a big iron turtle lying in front of the door.
The capital city, the Eight-Armed Nezha City, the Sea Eye, the Dragon King, the Guandi Temple, the Zhenhai Temple, the Big Iron Turtle, these places were developed by the descendants of the princesses of the Qing Dynasty. The Qing Dynasty's dominance over the Central Plains has run out, but I would say that the little bit of luck it has left is enough to produce several billionaires.
Mr. Pei, I'm sorry to bother you. I need a good gimmick, but it can't be too big. If you stir up trouble in the capital, you will be punished easily. You can dispel superstition with your mouth and worship the first incense at night with your hands, but you can do it but not say it. "
Pei Shuyi: "Nansheng, who are you going to sell this house to?"
"I am from Xiangkeng."
Pei Shuyi: "How much funds can be mobilized?"
"Ten million at most. Any more and mistakes are more likely to happen."
Pei Shuyi: "That's enough. I need people to do the physical work."
"Secure-mouthed?"
Pei Shuyi: "Ordinary laborer."
"I'll send someone to follow you. Tell him what you need. Also, I've had someone deposit 2 million Hong Kong dollars in your account in Hong Kong. There will be another sum when the project is completed. The amount depends on the final profit. Whether it succeeds or not, I will give you at least another 3 million."
"Nansheng, I'm so ashamed."
Pei Shouyi was quite satisfied with the compensation given by Nan Yi.
Nan Yi is not in a hurry to burn money. Potential customers either understand Feng Shui or will find someone who does. You can't fool people by just talking a few nice words and writing some copy. You have to come up with something real. Pei Shouyi's role is crucial to whether the building can be sold well or not, so he deserves a share of the profits.
"Mr. Pei, I'd like to trouble you to fly to Xiangzhen to read someone's face."
After communicating with Pei Shuyi, Nan Yi left Junwang Yayuan. On the way to Wangbei Media, he called Jinqueer.
"Comrade Xiao Jin, are you hungry? Is the weather hot?"
Jinqueer: "Brother, you are so concerned about me, are you asking me to kill someone for you?"
"Girl, how can you make such malicious assumptions about your senior brother? I raised you with all my hard work."
Jinqueer: "Isn't it disgusting? I have a meeting soon. Brother, if you have anything to say, just tell me."
"Hey, 'I have a meeting right now' is my catchphrase. When did you learn it?"
Goldfinch: "It's a real meeting."
"Oh, then I'll be frank. Introduce me to someone from 'Eight O'Clock Space'. I want to submit a story to its sub-column 'Life Bits'."
Goldfinch: "Advertisement?"
"story."
Jin Que Er was silent for a while, then said, "I can introduce the person, but you have to handle the rest yourself, brother."
"Well, don't mention my name. I'll let Xu Hui come forward."
Jinqueer: "Change someone. The person I want to introduce doesn't get along well with her."
"good."
Ten minutes later, Nan Yi arrived at the Foreign Affairs Building. As soon as he got off the car, he saw a convertible sports car, the BMW Z3. Xu Hui's car had arrived.
After circling the car, Nan Yi looked at the time and turned his gaze towards the intersection. About ten minutes later, a young man in work clothes riding a bicycle drove over.
Yan Zhenhua jumped off the bicycle and said to Nan Yi in surprise: "Uncle, why are you here?"
"Why can't I be here? I was the one who called to order the meal, and I also asked you to deliver it." Nan Yi patted Yan Zhenhua's arm, "Not bad, you found the right place."
Yan Zhenhua said shyly: "I would memorize the map at night and ride my bike to find places."
"Very good, you are able to endure hardships and know how to use your brain." Nan Yi praised, then took out some money from his pocket and handed it to Yan Zhenhua, "I'll give you an extra two cents to buy a popsicle."
Seeing the two one-cent coins in his hand, Yan Zhenhua let out a silly grin.
"Stop grinning like an idiot. Give me the food and go back to deliver the next order."
Taking the plastic bag containing the lunch box, Nan Yi waved his hand and turned to walk towards the elevator shaft of the foreign affairs building.
In the elevator, Nan Yi suddenly said to Tiger Cub, "I haven't cared about the daughter of that human trafficker for a long time. Check if she has grown up abnormally. If she has, arrange a plastic surgery plan."
"clear."
“How long will it take for the traffickers to come out?”
"About a year and a half."
"Send in some food that can strengthen his yang and nourish his kidneys, and nourish him well."
"good."
Ding, the elevator arrived at the floor, the elevator door opened, and a ray of reflected sunlight fell on Nan Yi's face.
Nan Yi looked down at the plastic bag in his hand, and seeing that there was nothing wrong, he walked out of the elevator and went to the office.
As soon as he entered Gong Xue's office, Nan Yi pulled out a few newspapers that were forcibly distributed from the corner and spread them on the table. He then took out lunch boxes one by one from the plastic bag - high-temperature resistant plastic lunch boxes with visible buckles and good sealing, so there was no need to worry about the soup spilling out. They were always sold in sets of two.
After Nan Yi had arranged the lunch boxes, Gong Xue, who was staring at the laptop screen, turned her gaze to him. She first took a look at the dishes, and then said to Nan Yi, "Why are you here today?"
"I calculated with my fingers that tonight is a full moon, and it is also the time when the poison in your body will take effect. After dinner, you and I will find a quiet place and I will use my internal energy to cure the poison for you."
Gong Xue felt shy when she heard this, then smiled slyly, "Who is coming?"
"Zhang Yide from Zhuo County."
"Are you embarrassed to reveal your name? Why are you pretending to be someone else?"
Nan Yi waved his hand, holding a spear in his hand, and said helplessly: "Okay, Zhao Zilong of Changshan."
"Is it the young general in white who fought his way in and out of Changban Slope seven times?"
"Rumors are pure rumors. My famous secret is to ride away without returning."
Gong Xue said coquettishly: "No, we can't change history at random, we must go in and out seven times."
"You are just making things difficult for me. Let's eat and consider whether to go to Guojizhuang or Tian'an while eating." Nan Yi clapped his hands and carried a chair to place it next to Gong Xue.
"Can't it be Baiwanzhuang?"
"No, the capital is a hunting restricted area, hunting is not allowed."
"snort."
Gong Xue closed her notebook, pushed it aside, picked up the chopsticks that Nan Yi had prepared and started eating.
Nan Yi put some cold-mixed enoki mushrooms and cucumbers into Gong Xue's lunch box. "There is an order, with advertising as a supplement and ceremony as the main part. The company will take it and then find an etiquette company to cooperate."
"Is this not a joke?"
"It's a real estate project job. As long as the work is done well, the quotation can be higher."
"Your own?"
"right."
"I'll take personal responsibility."
"No, let Xu Hui take charge. He needs to show up in public."
Gong Xue felt relieved, "I thought you gave her the car because you wanted to turn her into your lover."
"You are worrying about nothing." Nan Yi said calmly, "It cost me more than one million to buy the car. The Niuhulu clan is not worth spending so much money on it."
"I don't believe it. The Niuhulu clan has produced several queens."
Nan Yi glared at Gong Xue and asked, "Are you trying to show off your abilities?"
Gong Xue said with a smile: "It's your own metaphor that is inappropriate."
"Oh, let me correct you, Gong's is not worth this price."
"screw you."
After dinner, Nan Yi and the other man went to Tiangang, stayed there for one night and then returned to the capital. Of course, Nan Yi did not have the courage of Zhao Zilong, and if he risked his life, he would only be on par with Cheng Yaojin.
Immediately afterwards, Nan Yi flew to Fengtian, where Chen Wenqin and Xu Lu took him to visit several places.
After the Shanghai maritime incident, Chen Wenqin flew to Fengtian, one to preside over the affairs of Can Beidou, and the other to assist Xu Lu. A few days ago, Nan Yi asked her to find a larger venue suitable for conversion into a LOFT.
After a tour, Nan Yi was quite satisfied with the factory building of Xinghua Paper Mill. This factory closed down in 1990. The workers' problems had been dealt with, and the valuable machines in the factory had been sold. Now there was only an old factory building showing signs of decay, and some old machines that were difficult to move and could only be sold as scrap metal.
In a mountain of paper in a corner of the factory, Nan Yi found a whole page of paper sun hats. During the Asian Games that year, this kind of sun hat was very popular and people could be seen wearing it in every city.
Nan Yi took out a piece of paper, folded it along the crease to make a hat, looked at it for a while, threw it back into the paper mountain, clapped his hands and said to Chen Wenqin, "Is it for sale here?"
“Sell it, but Gangxi District hopes that the papermaking enterprise will take it over.”
"Oh, to find employment." Nan Yi nodded and asked, "How many workers are there in the factory?"
"826."
"I'm asking about those who work, not those who eat."
"Less than six hundred."
"Xu Lu, Fengtian minimum wage standard."
Xu Lu, who was standing by, was slightly stunned and replied, "I don't know."
"That's a pretty straightforward answer, but it's stupid and lazy, Wenqin."
"The first category is 210 yuan, the second category is 180 yuan, and the third category is 150 yuan."
“Average salary?”
"408 yuan."
Nan Yi looked at Xu Lu, "Do you have this level of salary on the street?"
"One or two."
"Assuming a worker earns 400 yuan per month, what is the actual expenditure?" Nan Yi looked at Chen Wenqin again.
Chen Wenqin did a quick calculation and said, "About 505 yuan."
"It costs about 7 million yuan to support 600 people a year, plus provide them with skills training. I'll take this into account when I negotiate with the district. I don't want the scrap metal, and I won't pay to buy it. Let them take it away themselves. I want the paper mountain, but I don't want it as a bonus. Let the district estimate the price."
Nan Yi said, emphasizing: "The nature of the land does not need to be changed, retain the industrial land attribute, and go to the Environmental Protection Bureau to ask what the environmental protection regulations are here. Xu Lu, go find out who has the final say on firefighting equipment in Gangxi District, where the designated store is, and also, go buy a box of cigarettes."
"Brother, which brand do you want?"
"Think carefully about why I want to buy cigarettes. Once you figure it out, you will know what brand to buy."
Xu Lu muttered upon hearing this: "Why are you pretending to be mysterious? You still want me to figure it out myself."
Hearing the mumbling, Nan Yi glared at Xu Lu and spat, "If you don't like to use your brain, then find a capable man. Even if you are stupid, there will be people who flatter you and give you money."
"I came looking for you, but you didn't want me, fuck." Xu Lu muttered again.
"In the future, don't hang out in entertainment venues. Xianlu Capital is not a nightclub or a big bathhouse. You don't need to call for big brother, nor do you need to ask if the force is strong enough." Nan Yi nodded at Xu Lu with a cold face, "Listen to me, I don't want to hear you say the word fuck for the second time. Now, turn around and do your business."
Xu Lu shuddered, turned around, and muttered again, "Just go, why are you so fierce?"
Frowning and watching Xu Lu walk away, Nan Yi said to Chen Wenqin, "Pay attention to the manager candidates for Beidou. They must be male, with parents living in the municipal government compound, and graduated from economics or mechanical related majors. For these three conditions, the major can be relatively relaxed. It's best if they are not nerds. It's a plus if they can smoke and drink.
Annual salary of 500,000, with car, house and shares. If you find a suitable candidate, please send him to Beijing to interview me. I will negotiate the amount of shares directly."
“What if it’s a single talent that is particularly outstanding in terms of technology?”
"If I really meet such a talent, I can give him a higher annual salary. If he can produce a seven-axis CNC machine with reliable accuracy, practicality and durability, an annual salary of 1.5 billion is fine. At worst, I can't make ends meet." Nan Yi shook his head. "It's a pity that such a talent should not exist. It's not easy to find someone who can make me willing to pay 2 million."