"What?"

Fang Yuan couldn't believe his ears.

"Old Qi, you were joking about the Imperial Capital, Guangzhou, Shenzhen, Hangzhou, and Chengdu you mentioned just now? How long have we been established and we have received so many official orders?"

Fang Yuan asked, but unexpectedly Qi Weihai's answer gave Fang Yuan a glimmer of hope.

"I'm sorry, Director Fang, I didn't understand. These orders have not been confirmed, and they are all for us to bid for."

Fang Yuan breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Qi Weihai's explanation.

In Fang Yuan's opinion, official bidding usually requires various gray areas.

Just because you are found to bid does not mean that you will definitely win.

There is a high probability that it is just a supplementary bid.

Generally speaking, it is because you have a desired target.

Fang Yuan does not think that the newly established Positive Energy Renovation and Decoration Co., Ltd. can win the bid.

"but……"

Qi Weihai's word "but" made Fang Yuan's heart tremble.

"But what?"

There was an unstoppable smile in Qi Weihai's voice.

“Ahahahahaha, it’s just that we’re likely to win the bid.”

Fang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then asked sternly: "Why are you so confident?"

Qi Weihai said calmly, "Hahahaha, Mr. Fang, I finally understand why you want to do such an unprofitable renovation of a second-hand house. Especially, it has to be placed in an old alley area."

“What the hell?”

Fang Yuan didn't understand anything.

What are you talking about?

Could you translate it into Mandarin?

Why do I understand the meaning of each word individually, but have no idea what they mean when they are put together?

Qi Weihai thought Fang Yuan was asking what he meant, so he began to explain, "I'm such a pig-brained person. It wasn't until I started working that I realized how far-sighted you are, Director Fang. No wonder, no wonder some people in the business world nicknamed you "One Hundred Steps Ahead." It really is true that you plan a hundred steps ahead, taking into account all possibilities."

"ah?"

Fang Yuan was confused. He didn't understand what Qi Weihai was saying at all.

Qi Weihai talked to himself without paying attention to Fang Yuan's reaction.

"I was wondering how Mou Guozhong was defeated. It turns out that he was surrounded by you, Mr. Fang, and he couldn't advance or retreat. The moment he met you, Mr. Fang, he was doomed to his current fate. Mr. Fang, my admiration for you is like the endless torrent of the river, and like the flood of the Yellow River, which is unstoppable."

"I, Qi Weihai, have never admired a person so much. Director Fang, you are the only one. As the saying goes, ambition is not achieved at a young age. Director Fang, although you are not very old, your courage and insight are among the best among all the people I have met."

Fang Yuan listened to Qi Weihai talking for a long time, but still didn't understand what he was saying.

What does it mean that Mou Guozhong was surrounded by Fang Yuan alone?

At what age is one not bold and knowledgeable?

What is all this talking about?

Qi Weihai didn't hear anything on the other end of the phone and thought Fang Yuan didn't like flattery and preferred to hear something more substantial.

He said quickly, "Director Fang, I really understand all your plans. First, we took on the job of renovating second-hand houses in the old alleys. This was to wait for public opinion to ferment, because many civil servants from Shanghai live in the old alleys. Then, knowing that the higher-ups would start to focus on promoting the idea of the rich leading the poor, they could promote me as a model. After becoming a model, naturally the higher-ups would give us typical benefits. So, new shantytown renovations in various cities found us. Although our profit margins are low, we have a lot of orders. In this way, we have gained both word of mouth and money. Killing two birds with one stone, what a good trick!"

It was only after Fang Yuan listened to Qi Weihai's explanation that he realized that this was what "he" was thinking.

How come he himself doesn’t know?

"Ahem..." Fang Yuan coughed lightly, and then explained. "Old Qi, don't over-interpret this."

But on Qi Weihai's side, it seemed that a lot of reporters had come, and there were the sounds of shutter clicks and flashes.

"Hello? Mr. Fang, what did you say just now? There are too many people here, and the official media wants to interview me. That's it for today. I will listen to your teachings another day. Ah, I'm busy now, bye!"

After saying that, Qi Weihai hung up the phone.

Fang Yuan was left alone, touching his head, not knowing what expression to make.

“What a sin!”

Fang Yuan roared to the sky, with an unknown fire in his heart.

There is obviously no problem with the project and the people used, so how come it turned out like this during execution?

Fang Yuan did some calculations and figured out that he could make a few million from the shantytown redevelopment in Shanghai.

In addition to the imperial capital, Guangzhou, Shenzhen, Hangzhou, and Chengdu, there may be some second- and third-tier cities in the future.

If it continues like this, no matter how small the profit is, it will not stop selling more!

Millions and millions added together would amount to at least tens of millions.

Maybe, you can earn over 100 million.

When did doing business become so easy?

Why do others always lose money when doing business?

Now it’s Fang Yuan’s turn to do business. Can he make money no matter how he does it?

God, you gave me a chance to be reborn and changed my destiny.

Can't you just let me eat and wait for death?

I personally don’t need to work hard to make a lot of money and become the richest man in the world.

Now I just want to be a rich second generation who lives a stable life, eating and waiting to die all day long!

Why can't I realize this wish?

As he thought about it, Fang Yuan hated Qi Weihai even more.

Isn’t it said that Qi Weihai is a joke in the real estate industry?

Why did he succeed in his decoration business?

Is it his ability that is problematic, or is it my planning that is problematic?

Fang Yuan collapsed on the ground, not knowing what to do.

The time of half a year is very close.

If the current pace continues, I'm afraid Fang Yuan will really have to go back and inherit hundreds of billions of assets.

"I have to do something. I can't just wait to die like this!"

Fang Yuan's eyes rolled and a plan came to his mind.

Although it’s not easy to spend all the money, can’t I extend the time a little bit?

Half a year has been a bit difficult.

Why can't we extend the time to one year?

I don’t believe that I can’t spend all that money in a year.

Do I, Fang Yuan, really have no talent for spending money?

Fang Yuan determined the method to solve the problem and began to clean up.

He wanted to go and have a serious discussion with his mother Lin Wanqin to change the six-month period to one year.

After all, mothers are more soft-hearted.

At the same time, all the big and small matters in the family are decided by mother Lin Wanqin.

As long as Lin Wanqin agreed, Fang Datu wouldn't dare to say a word.

Thinking of this, Fang Yuan immediately rushed to Lin Fang's office.