Chapter 71 The Seventy-First Day of Not Running Away The Seventy-First Day of Not Running Away...
Since Zhao Dan and his wife came to Beijing, Chen Bozheng and the others had to make time to entertain them, considering how much they had helped them back in Shenzhen.
But neither Chen Bozheng nor Liu Yan could find the time.
Wen Chan then took Jiang Zihan to accompany the couple on a tour of Beijing. The couple even took a fancy to a courtyard house in Beijing and insisted on buying it for 180,000 yuan.
Jiang Zihan looked left and right, but couldn't find anything good about the courtyard house.
During the meal, she asked, "Sister Zhao, why did you buy that courtyard house? That house is so old, and it doesn't even have a toilet. It's not as good as an apartment building."
Zhao Dan said, "Little sister, you don't understand. We are studying Hong Kong businessmen."
"Hong Kong businessmen?" Jiang Zihan said, "They also like to buy old houses?"
Zhao Dan laughed heartily and patted Jiang Zihan's head. "Are you stupid? They didn't buy an old house, they bought the location, the location, you know? When we went to Hong Kong this time, we really saw something. We thought we were rich, but when we went to Hong Kong, we realized that what we have is nothing compared to what they have there. A house in Hong Kong costs one or two million."
"So expensive?" Jiang Zihan bit her chopsticks, her eyes wide. "Is this house made of gold?"
"That can't be made of gold. There are a lot of rich people over there, and wages are high in Hong Kong. Even a dishwasher can earn four or five thousand a month, so houses are naturally expensive. And that's not even counting luxury homes. Real luxury homes in Hong Kong are villas on The Peak, and some villas cost tens of millions."
As Boss Ye ate his stir-fried mutton with scallions, he said, "There are plenty of people buying it. Why? Because of the good location. It's valuable. I bought it for ten million a few years ago, and it's now worth twenty million. It's like the money was handed to me. I've got your eye on it, Sister Zhao. With our country's economy developing so fast, the houses in Beijing will soon be worth a fortune. Don't let the old and dilapidated appearance of those courtyard houses fool you; they're located near Tiananmen Square. They'll definitely be worth a fortune in the future."
“What you said makes a lot of sense,” Jiang Zihan said thoughtfully.
She looked at Wen Chan and asked, "Sister Wen, why don't you buy a courtyard house?"
Wen Chan said, "I hadn't thought of buying it."
After returning from Shanghai, she was busy taking care of Chen Bozheng, and then busy with Liu Yan's affairs. She really didn't think about buying a courtyard house.
"Then how about this, young lady? My husband and I will give you a set for free," Boss Ye said decisively.
Wen Chan was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and politely declined, saying, "Brother Ye, are you kidding me? Why would you give me a courtyard house? That's too expensive."
Zhao Dan said, "Of course, of course. You call us brother and sister, so we consider you our sister too. Consider this a wedding gift to make up for your and Xiao Chen's wedding. Let's settle it like this."
Zhao Dan's attitude was firm, and Wen Chan couldn't refuse too directly. Their relationship was not just that of ordinary business partners. Having known each other for so long, they both wanted to deepen their relationship. On the one hand, Zhao Dan and his wife wanted to continue to rely on Wen Chan to make money. On the other hand, Wen Chan also needed the help of Zhao Dan and his wife. They were well-funded, knew how to get things done, and, more importantly, were honest.
At least when it came to stock trading and investing in the Sisters' Brand jeans, the couple cooperated well and never had any disagreements.
"If that's the case, then I'll thank you in advance." After a few thoughts crossed her mind, Wen Chan smiled and said, "Sister Zhao, brother-in-law, I'll prepare a wedding gift for you later, so please don't refuse it."
That evening, Chen Bo came home, took a shower, and walked into the living room, his body steaming. He saw Wen Chan hunched over the table reading a magazine. He glanced at it and, seeing it was about home decoration, chuckled and teased, "What, do you want to be a contractor, or do you want to renovate a house?"
Wen Chan looked up and said, "I want to tear this house down and rebuild it."
Chen Bo was sitting in a rattan chair, grinning and showing a set of big white teeth. "Hey, you've really asked for trouble. There are only a few rooms in this west courtyard, and it's connected to the back courtyard and the north courtyard. If construction starts here, the neighbors won't be able to say anything."
These large courtyards are a product of the decades since liberation. They may have originally been the residences of a wealthy family, but after liberation, they were distributed to ordinary people. Later, some were assigned to work units, which then distributed them to their employees.
It can be said that at least a dozen families lived in a large courtyard. With so many families, it was inevitable that pots and pans would collide and spoons would be used for everyday things. It was common for one family to fight with another over trivial matters, and for two families to become enemies over the smallest things. So, it was not so simple to renovate one's own house.
Wen Chan put the magazine away. "Sister Zhao and the others are planning to give us a courtyard house. How big would you like to have?"
"They're giving us a ride?" Chen Bo sat up, his eyes filled with surprise. "Why so suddenly?"
After Wen Chan explained the whole story, Chen Bozheng had a general idea of what had happened.
He pondered for a moment and said, "They want to keep making money by following you. If you give them the money now, what if they can't make money in the business later?"
Although Chen Bozheng is an upright person, he is by no means naive.
He started working in society when he was just over ten years old. He's seen all kinds of people and things. When he and his brothers went into business together and made money, they were all happy and respectful to each other. But when they lost money, their attitudes changed instantly.
Wen Chan said, "Who can guarantee that following me will make you rich? If things really turn sour at that time, I will definitely be the one who suffers."
As she said this, she suddenly felt something was wrong, so she got up and walked towards Chen Bozheng.
Chen Bo was about to get up when Wen Chan pressed his shoulder down and coughed, "What do you mean by this? Are you being a pervert?"
Wen Chan lowered her head, sniffed him, twitched her nose, then raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down. "Where did you go today?"
Chen Bozheng: "..."
"A car repair shop."
He slapped his thigh. "It's so late, go to sleep early. I'll buy you breakfast and leave it at home tomorrow morning."
Chen Bo was about to leave when Wen Chan stopped him. Wen Chan said, "Don't try to fool me. The smell of gasoline in the auto repair shop is so strong, how could I not smell it? You don't smell of engine oil, but you smell of alcohol. That's not right. Where did you go?"
Chen Bozheng: "..."
If I had known this would happen, I would have poured some engine oil on my hands and washed them.
"Talking business with people," Chen Bo said seriously.
Wen Chan stared at him, but Chen Bo remained calm and composed, saying, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen a handsome guy before?"
Wen Chan was amused.
Her face, which had been tense, now softened into a smile as she nudged Chen Bozheng's foot. "If I catch you lying to me, you're dead."
Chen Bo spread his hands, looking completely innocent. "How could I possibly lie to you?"
The following day at noon.
When he came out with Hua Lingfeng, Chen Bozheng asked Hua Lingfeng if there was any gasoline in the car. Hua Lingfeng replied, "There's a can in the trunk. We don't need to refuel now. We just filled up the car yesterday."
After Chen Bo got into the passenger seat, he said, "I'm not asking for gas. I was just thinking that when you drive me home, you could spare some time to wash my hands."
Just as Hua Lingfeng was about to step on the gas, he heard this and gripped the steering wheel with both hands, looking at Chen Bozheng with a strange expression. "You mean to use it to wash your hands? Are you out of your mind?"
Chen Bo had eaten with Hua Lingfeng for several meals, so they were no longer as unfamiliar as before. He tossed Hua Lingfeng a 555 cigarette and said, "You're the one with a problem. I'm just trying to fool my wife. You don't know, my wife has a very keen sense of smell. When I got home yesterday, she immediately noticed that I didn't smell of gasoline."
Hua Lingfeng lit a cigarette with Chen Bozheng's lighter, and while driving, he clicked his tongue in amazement and said, "I've never seen such a good man as you before."
Chen Bozheng said, "Isn't he your brother-in-law?"
Hua Lingfeng waved his hand, “My brother-in-law is different. He’s honest, but to put it bluntly, he’s a bit dim-witted. Sometimes when my sister gets angry, he doesn’t even know why. You and my brother-in-law are not the same kind of people. You’re smart, but you’re also very affectionate. You’re willing to spend over 200,000 yuan to find a way for your wife to go abroad.”
"They're husband and wife after all." Chen Bozheng had no interest in telling anyone about his relationship with Wen Chan.
Hua Lingfeng said, "Just because of what you said, if that bastard doesn't give in today, I'll kill him."
But the situation is clearly not so optimistic.
The person they found was named Qi Quanyou, who was a relative of a high-ranking official. His job was essentially that of a middleman, helping people make connections, get things done, and profiting from it.
A while ago, Hua Lingfeng took Chen Bozheng on several trips to find a place where Qi Quanyou could eat.
We've eaten at every restaurant, drunk every kind of fine wine, and even given this grandson an antique. Today's meal is finally settled; let's meet at the Yanjing Hotel.
The waiter brought the menu, and Chen Bo handed it to Hua Lingfeng, who then handed it to Qi Quanyou, saying, "Buddy, order whatever you want."
Qi Quan laughed and said, "Brother Hua and President Chen are really generous. Since that's the case, then I won't stand on ceremony."
He ordered seven or eight expensive dishes in one go, and also a bottle of wine.
Hua Lingfeng cursed inwardly at this bastard's ugly behavior, ripping off customers like this even though it was the last meal.
With a feast of dishes served in large bowls and basins, the Yanjing Hotel, one of the top restaurants in Beijing, was packed with customers during mealtimes.
Before long, the hall was almost full of people, and they started making noise.
Chen Bo was drinking beer and eating a little bit here and there.
Seeing that Qi Quan had almost finished eating, he gave Hua Lingfeng a wink.
Hua Lingfeng immediately said, "So, Lao Qi, have you eaten and drunk your fill?"
Qi Quan picked his teeth and said, "It's alright, Hua Zi. You and your buddy don't need to flirt with each other anymore. The thing you asked me to do is making progress. My friend agreed to help, but if you want it to be quick, you'll have to pay more."
"Why are you asking for more money?" Hua Lingfeng frowned.
Qi Quanyou let out a sound of surprise and was about to explain when someone suddenly patted him on the shoulder. A toothpick poked into his gum, and Qi Quanyou's face twisted. He turned around, wanting to slap the clueless idiot, but when he saw who was behind him, he immediately put on a Sichuan face-changing act, "Young Master Lin, what a coincidence that it is you! You've come to eat in person."
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