Chapter 77 Our employees also know a little bit of martial arts.
The situation is quite strange now. Everyone (the demons) on the scene knows there is a female ghost, but everyone (the demons) is pretending that they can't see her.
Immediately afterwards, Zhang Yiming calmly took out a folded contract from his pocket and unfolded it in front of Zhang Mo.
Zhang Mo raised an eyebrow slightly and teased, "Carry it with you? You've been prepared for this all along, ready to reconcile accounts with me at any time?"
"Hehe." Zhang Yiming let out two simple laughs, trying to ease the slightly tense atmosphere. "To be honest, this matter is indeed a bit outrageous. No one would believe me if I told them. But Mr. Zhang can take a good look at our contract. Although the time frame is a bit long, it is completely legal and compliant."
Zhang Mo glanced down at the contract; it was indeed a very standard one, with rent paid in advance and the agency handling the payment. Aside from the slightly longer term, there were no problems.
Of course, that's just how it appears. If you hire a slightly better lawyer, this would definitely be an invalid contract.
“Of course, I completely understand Mr. Zhang’s feelings. He must have thought I was a fraudster at first glance. If I were in his shoes, I would have thought the same thing. But—” Zhang Yiming drawled, “Ping An Real Estate is such a large and reputable company, we would never do such a thing. I can refund the remaining amount to Mr. Zhang today. Of course, if Mr. Zhang wants to continue to renew his lease here, I can continue to provide services.”
Zhang Mo's slender fingers tapped rhythmically on the table, making a crisp sound: "Okay, then tell me how much money you're going to refund me."
Zhang Yiming: "After deducting the 500,000 yuan rent for 5 years, the remaining 4.5 million yuan will be refunded to you in full."
Zhang Mo stopped pointing and looked coldly at Zhang Yiming: "450? Do you think I'm one of those two stupid old men? Manager Zhang, I'll give you one more chance to recalculate."
Jiang Mian, one of the silly old men: "......"
Zhang Yiming coughed awkwardly and opened the calculator on his phone: "Yes, yes, I forgot about the interest. Although it's not written in the contract, we can provide interest based on market conditions."
“Let’s calculate based on the bank’s one-year fixed deposit interest rate, 3%.” He said, typing the numbers on the calculator, “450 × 1.03 × 1.03 × 1.03 × 1.03 × 1.03 = 521.6733…”
The female ghost looked at the constantly fluctuating numbers, her brows furrowing with heartache. She muttered under her breath, "How can there be so much? All our cash together is only a little over 6 million."
Zhang Yiming wiped his sweat, feeling the pinch, but still pretended to be magnanimous and said, "Okay, let's round it up to 5.22 million. I'll transfer it to you, Mr. Zhang, right now."
This is actually quite a good deal for you; you lived there for free for five years and even made a profit of 220,000 yuan.
Lang Xing and Lang Yue, who were initially quite angry, calmed down upon hearing this. They looked at each other and realized that it did indeed sound like a good deal.
Jiang Mian also breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this matter had finally come to a satisfactory conclusion.
Wu Yun was still counting on his fingers, not even understanding how the 1.03 came about.
Only Zhang Mo coldly replied, "Isn't the calculation wrong?" Her tone was unwavering and certain.
Zhang Yiming was taken aback for a moment, then realized: "Mr. Zhang means that the interest rate for the first year should be calculated at 490? Um... that seems a bit too complicated to calculate..." The point is that if you calculate it that way, the number will be even larger.
He quickly did some mental calculations: "The difference is probably around 30,000 yuan... If that doesn't work, then..."
This surprised Zhang Mo a bit. She didn't expect the kid to have such good mental arithmetic skills; he was indeed a quick-witted person.
Zhang Mo raised her chin slightly: "How about this, you answer one question for me. If your answer satisfies me, we'll calculate it your way. If it doesn't, we'll calculate it my way."
The female ghost said worriedly, "Brother, I remember you said last time that this girl is from Q University, no wonder she's so good at math... You'd better not argue with her, I'm afraid you can't win..."
Zhang Yiming gritted his teeth and straightened his back: "Alright, Mr. Zhang, please ask."
He has other important things to do and needs a lot of money, so he should try to save as much as possible.
Zhang Mo stared intently at Zhang Yiming: "I want to know what you did with this money. It's such a large sum of money. If you were convicted of fraud, you could spend the rest of your life in jail. I don't believe you just put this money in the bank to earn interest."
Zhang Yiming paused for a moment: "I'm sorry, I can't comment on that. How about this, we'll calculate it according to Mr. Zhang's method. The balance for the first year is 490 × 1.03 = 504.7, so the balance for the second year is 504.7 - 10 = 494.7, then multiplied by 1.03..."
"Wait a minute," Zhang Mo interrupted him without hesitation, "Who told you my algorithm was like that?"
Zhang Yiming was stunned.
"Why should market rates be calculated based on bank fixed deposit rates? Do you think I'm the kind of person who would buy a bank fixed deposit?" Zhang Mo's lips curled into a mocking smile. "If you ask me, market rates should be calculated based on a general equivalent, such as—the price of gold."
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yiming's eyes widened instantly, his face filled with astonishment.
"Five years ago, in 2019, the price of gold was 300 yuan per gram. And in 2024, which is now, the price of gold is 600 yuan. I didn't even use the highest point of 630 yuan for your calculation; I just used 600 yuan, which is exactly double 300 yuan."
So now, you should give me 9 million.
Zhang Yiming jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Mr. Zhang, you can't be unreasonable!"
Zhang Mo laughed: "I've already tried my best to reason with you. Of course, if you don't want to reason with me, our employees also know a little bit about martial arts."
Upon receiving the instruction, Lang Xing and Lang Yue immediately stood up, rubbing their pectoral muscles together in anticipation.
Jiang Mian definitely wouldn't participate in such an activity. But Wu Yun was a bit confused and felt that he should do something too, so he stood up and showed off his fist, which was as big as a sandbag, though the movement looked a bit clumsy and comical.
"No!!!" The female ghost stared at the fist, which was almost the size of her head, imagining the scene of that fist smashing into Zhang Yiming's skull, and let out a sharp explosion!
"Don't go too far!!!" Zhang Yiming said angrily.
"I'm going too far? I haven't done anything far worse yet." Zhang Mo sneered, pointing her finger straight at the female ghost next to Zhang Yiming. "If you don't tell the truth, I'll have someone take her away right now."
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