"How much?" Xing Baohua asked.
"They said it would cost three thousand yuan a room, and your mother and I had enough money. When we went to pay, they said there was no rush. They said someone as wealthy as you wouldn't run away, right? Oh, by the way, the bureau chief and the neighborhood committee director left their phone numbers. If it's convenient, they'd like to invite you to a meal?"
Now we finally understand where the house came from. This isn't just about treating someone to a meal, is it?
The row of houses in the small square, each looks to be thirty or forty square meters, and the larger ones are fifty or sixty square meters.
A uniform price of three thousand per room? If Xing Baohua hadn't reached this level, this price would be practically free.
Old man Hulong is doing well, but Xing Baohua from Hulong is a bit... well, you know!
Let's put this matter aside for now. After getting the old man's contact information, Xing Baohua said he would take care of it later.
Then he asked, "Why were all those houses rented to the fortune teller?"
After the old man explained, the matter began when Xing's father first took over the house.
I originally planned to rent out half and use the other half. It started to drizzle when I was looking at the property layout that day.
The fortune tellers who set up street stalls didn't go out for the time being, so they took shelter from the rain under a row of houses. When Xing's father saw the houses, he asked them if they wanted to rent storefronts, so they wouldn't have to be exposed to the wind and sun.
The fortune tellers asked about the price, but the old man didn't know what price was appropriate. He thought that charging 3,000 yuan per room wouldn't be right, so he said 15 yuan per month.
The price delighted those fortune tellers.
Not only did the rental expire, but they also didn't pay the first month's rent, and they never even signed a rental agreement.
The old man would take Xing's mother to exercise in the small square, play chess, or chat with the fortune tellers in the shop. Gradually, they all learned about the old man's identity.
It's as if they all made a pact not to pay rent.
The reason given was that the old man should donate the rent money, which would be a great act of merit.
Some even said, "Your son is so rich, why would he care about a few dollars in rent a month?"
People will laugh at me if they tell others. Let me tell your fortune to cover the rent.
Mr. Xing might not care about the money, but he can't just let it go like this.
Considering the issue of saving face, and also fearing that these people might say something bad about my son, I could only politely ask them for the rent.
It's been dragging on for three or four months now, and the rent for the twelve rooms is already several hundred yuan.
Xing Baohua was both annoyed and amused after hearing this.
The old man's experience was truly a case of being fooled by a bunch of charlatans.
“Dad, I’ll help you get all the houses back. You should do as I said and set up a senior citizens’ home, employ two or three people, and provide free services to the public,” Xing Baohua said.
"I'm afraid your domineering attitude will cause trouble. Those people have sharp tongues! They're not exactly friendly," Mr. Xing said worriedly.
"It's alright, they're just a bunch of con artists, easy to deal with, leave it to me."
Actually, there are many ways to deal with those people without Xing Baohua's involvement. Since there was no lease agreement, they can just have someone kick them out.
There are too many types, both refined and martial.
Those people only refrained from doing it because they thought Xing Baohua cared about his reputation.
Xing Baohua has a thick skin like a city wall, why would he care about such gossip?
The only issues are with the neighborhood committee and the housing management bureau.
Their motives aren't exactly pure either!
The next day, Xing Baohua first called Wei Laisong's secretary, who was a little puzzled as to why the call was directed to him.
Xing Baohua and Wei Laisong stopped communicating through their secretaries a long time ago. They now contact each other directly by phone.
"Secretary Wang, are you free tonight?" Xing Baohua asked.
"Director Xing, are you looking for the boss or asking me?"
"I need your help to cover for me tonight," Xing Baohua said directly.
"Sorry, I need to check the boss's schedule for the evening. How about I give you an answer this afternoon?"
"No need, I'll call him in a bit and ask for leave for you. We'll meet at the city hotel tonight at 6:30!" Xing Baohua just got his secretary to come out like that.
Then I called the director of the neighborhood committee and the director of the housing management bureau, and we agreed to meet at the city hotel at 6:30.
Those two thought Xing Baohua had invited them separately? Who knew Xing Baohua would bring a tiger flag?
Xing Baohua took advantage of the daytime to go and check out the car factory.
The clay model has been released, and it does look beautiful, but in reality, it's just for show.
In order to create the car body shell, especially the streamlined shape, the only way was to use the most basic method: to create the fenders and the like.
Especially for streamlined designs, you need to slowly type them out and compare them bit by bit.
The carbon fiber materials have been procured and are on their way back to central Shandong.
The mold makers are making molds, but the aluminum factory hasn't made much progress on foamed aluminum. If that doesn't work, they can only temporarily use rock wool as sound insulation board and then line it with a layer of metal for fixation.
Everyone was busy, so Xing Baohua didn't disturb them. He checked on the progress and then went back to Dami Technology.
After Kong Zhishu left, Xing Baohua moved back to his office.
He had only been inside a short while when his chief secretary informed him that people from Bincheng wanted to visit him.
Bincheng is not far from central Shandong, bordering the central Shandong region, and is a city north of the Yellow River.
The local specialties are jujubes and pot-baked flatbread.
The soil and water are not very good; many places are saline-alkali land, where crops cannot grow.
The man Xing Baohua met in Bincheng was surnamed Niu and named Niu Baotian.
His name sounds unassuming, and at first glance, he doesn't seem like a cadre; he seems quite ordinary.
He was wearing a light blue Zhongshan suit with four pockets, and a fountain pen was clipped to the left breast pocket.
"Hello, Bull Market." Xing Baohua shook hands with the other person and asked him to sit down.
"Hello, Director Xing. I was planning to visit you after you finished your busy period, but I happened to be going to the provincial capital for a meeting and to meet with some friends from central Shandong. I thought I'd take the opportunity to bother you, Director Xing." After sitting down, the other person politely accepted the cigarette offered by Xing Baohua.
"I've just finished a major conference, so I'm quite busy. Is the bull market coming this time?" Xing Baohua asked tentatively.
"This year's rice harvest is bountiful, and we have so many orders. Have you considered setting up a branch factory?" Niu Baotian asked tentatively.
"have!"
"real?"
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