Chapter 124 Smashed Your Sales Office

Li Feng suddenly thought of something and hurried downstairs.

Sure enough, my old classmate Wei Dongfeng was found among the rights protection team downstairs.

Buying a house is a big deal.

The loss could easily be hundreds of thousands, or even millions. One mistake could result in tens or hundreds of thousands being lost.

Now that the housing market is about to take off, it is really not cost-effective to cancel the contract. Li Feng feels that it is necessary to persuade his old classmate.

He thought for a moment, walked to Wei Dongfeng, and said:

"Dongfeng, a few months ago, I went to City S. The housing market there is already very hot. You see, now that the purchase restriction policy has been lifted, this housing boom is about to spread from first- and second-tier cities to here. I suggest you don't cancel your purchase."

"Li Feng, I've heard you say this countless times," Wei Dongfeng retorted. "Let me be frank with you. We've been working on this check-out for almost half a year, and it's almost done. Stop gossiping and making fun of us!"

"I don't care whether the housing prices go up or down, I have to return this apartment to them! I don't want to live in a house built by such a shady developer for the rest of my life. It's disgusting! It's so disgusting that I can't sleep at night, you know?"

"you-"

"Just stop, you you you, me me me~ Oh, the vice president of the developer is here today, I have to leave first."

As he spoke, Wei Dongfeng joined the rights protection team and started shouting again: "Check out!" "Check out!" "Check out!"

After a while, a group of people gathered.

He Guidong, vice president of Gulf Group, is very worried. The Chinese New Year is just around the corner, and who would have thought that such a thing would happen.

If this is not handled properly, how can I sell the house?

"Owners, owners, let's chat in the sales office. Please come inside. It's warm inside, warm inside." He Guidong was wearing a suit and black-rimmed glasses, looking gentle and refined.

"Let's go! Into the sales office!"

"Walk!"

"Go in first and see what tricks he has to play."

A group of more than a dozen owners rushed into the sales office.

The sales office is magnificently decorated. In the lobby, which is about ten meters high, there is a small stage. Above the stage hangs an LED display screen of several dozen square meters, on which the development history of the Gulf Group is continuously scrolled.

Next to it, more than a dozen tall air conditioners were humming with warm air. Although it was freezing cold outside, it was as warm as spring in the sales office.

Many owners took off their coats and placed them on the chairs in front of the center stage.

He Guidong stepped onto the stage, suppressed the roar from the audience with his hands, and said with a smile: "Dear owners and friends, hello, welcome to the sales office of Haiwan Yiyuan..."

"Stop wasting time. I'm in a hurry to go home for the New Year. Please give up my house!" An owner interrupted him.

The smile on He Guidong's face froze instantly.

After a pause, he opened his mouth and was about to say something, but another owner shouted, "Don't try any more tricks! I've called the neighborhood committee and the police station. If you don't give us an explanation today, don't even think about leaving!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"check out!"

"check out!"

"check out!"

The owners in the audience were united in their cheers, which were like thunderous applause.

He Guidong's face suddenly turned dark.

He endured it and continued, "My fellow owners, listen to me, listen to me, listen to me..."

"Right now, housing prices are rising across the country, including in City B. Our property will soon be raising prices. The previous discount of 5,000 yuan per square meter can only be obtained if you pay in full. I do not recommend that you cancel your contract. I say this sincerely and for your own good."

"For our own good? Haha, haha, that's like a weasel offering New Year's greetings to a chicken," Old Ning sneered in the crowd. "If you were doing this for our own good, why didn't you let us check out last June? Why are you still dragging it out until now?"

"That's right! Don't give us that shit. It's always the same thing. I'm so sick of it! If you don't let us check out today, I won't let you go!" A young man was a little agitated. He rushed onto the stage and grabbed He Guidong.

“You, what are you doing!?”

"What are you doing? You're the one doing it, you bastard, you black-hearted developer."

The two of them actually started fighting on the stage.

There was also an uproar below the stage.

"If you don't return the house, I'll smash up your sales office!"

"Smash it! Smash it to pieces, so they won't cheat us again!"

"Damn, who dares to stop me? I'll smash anyone who stops me!"

"Crackling, banging, crashing..."

The owners in the audience were in chaos. Some picked up chairs and smashed them onto the stage; some picked up stools and threw them onto the real estate sand table; and some threw them directly onto the glass curtain wall of the sales office, instantly shattering a large piece of glass, which was a shocking sight.

When He Guidong saw that the owners were too excited, he wanted to escape, but he was surrounded and held back by several male owners, unable to escape. He wanted to call for the security guards, but found that the security guards had already slipped away and he didn't know where they were.

"Put it down, put the chair down! Do you know that your actions are already illegal and criminal?!"

A loud shout came from behind the crowd. When everyone looked, they saw that it was police officer Li Chaoyang with two auxiliary police officers.

Everyone was shocked and quickly put down their chairs. Their angry faces turned into sad ones, and they cried out, "Officer Li, you are finally here. Please make a decision for us—"

"Yes, Officer Li, this developer is so ruthless and has really screwed us over—"

"Woo woo—Officer Li, I don't want to live anymore—"

Li Chaoyang is now in a state of panic. He has tried to resolve the "check-out" issue three times. Each time, he suppressed it temporarily, but he didn't know when it would pop up again.

It's like a landmine. It will explode at any moment.

But if you don't solve it, it won't work.

He couldn't help but look at Zhang Chunling, the director of the Haihe Road Neighborhood Committee who came with him.

Zhang Chunling, about 40 years old, wearing a red down jacket, has extensive work experience. After a moment's deliberation, she walked straight onto the stage and said, "Homeowners, please calm down. We can discuss this, so don't resort to violence."

The owners naturally recognized her and dispersed, saying, "We don't want to do anything either, but they just won't deal with it. They delay it, from the first to the fifteenth, and from the fifteenth until the flowers have all wilted."

"Mr. He! Officer Li and Director Zhang are here now. Just tell me whether you'll be able to check out or not!"

"Yes! Do you dare to say it? Will you retreat or not?!"

The owners were filled with righteous indignation and raised their hands to question.

He Guidong's hair was messed up, two buttons on his suit were torn off, and his glasses were pulled to the ground by someone, and then stepped on, breaking one lens. He also broke one leg and had to support himself with one hand. He looked so miserable.

He looked at the dozen or so owners below the stage and said fiercely in his heart:

"Refund! Refund! Refund! I'll refund you right now! Whoever doesn't refund is a grandson! Don't regret it after you check out!"