Chapter 118, Old Man, I’ve given you face, haven’t I?

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Chapter 118: Chapter 118, Old Man, I’ve given you face, haven’t I? "What if they pay it back?" Xu Wendong paused for a moment, then burst out laughing, "Don’t worry, they can’t repay this money, and even if they did, it’s not a big deal because their project can’t proceed anyway." "Yes, without fixing South Lake, no one can start this project." Liu Mang couldn’t help but say, "I heard that Shengpeng Group has already sent someone to Guangdong Province, seemingly to invite the Feng Shui community’s top master, Zhang Tianlong, to come out of retirement." Upon hearing this, Chen Ping’an laughed aloud, "What’s the use? Don’t mention the top master of the Guangdong Province Feng Shui community; even if the national top master came, it would be useless." "Except for Mister Xu, no one can handle South Lake, I say." Chen Ping’an knew Xu Wendong’s skills; to say they were miraculous wouldn’t be an overstatement. Liu Mang added, "There’s another issue. How can we transfer the funds we have to Shengpeng Group without them noticing?" They were sworn enemies with Shengpeng Group, and even if they had money, Shengpeng Group would definitely not borrow from them. So, figuring out how to funnel their funds into Shengpeng Group became a crucial step. Wu Mei smiled, "I have a friend in the provincial capital working in the mortgage industry. I can have him step in." "Today is a good day; we should have a drink!" Xu Wendong raised his glass, looked at Liu Mang, and said, "Thanks to President Liu’s righteous support today. From now on, Qingyuan is ours for the taking. We’ll earn money and drink together!" "Come on, cheers!" ------ Shengjing Shanshui. Yan Shuangshuang said, "Uncle Fu, we already have the reconstruction project for South City. You must negotiate the demolition issues with the residents of South City as quickly as possible." Uncle Fu replied respectfully, "Miss, rest assured, I will go to South City immediately and try to resolve the demolition issues." Yan Shuangshuang suddenly asked, "When will Master Zhang arrive?" Uncle Fu replied, "Master Zhang is currently engaged in a Feng Shui analysis for someone else and is expected to arrive in Qingyuan within three days." Yan Shuangshuang nodded slightly and said, "Then resolve the demolition compensation issues within three days." Uncle Fu said nervously, "Miss, isn’t three days too short? If it’s only three days, we won’t have leverage to negotiate. This kind of thing should be dragged out; the longer, the better." Yan Shuangshuang replied, "No, our construction period is only one year. Time is tight, and the tasks are heavy, so we can’t afford to waste time on minor issues like demolition. We must push forward with this project in one go to deliver a lethal blow to our enemies." "But... what if they demand a high price?" Uncle Fu’s face was full of worry. Shengpeng Group had paid a great deal to secure the South City reconstruction project. "We’ll give them four hundred million; I refuse to believe they won’t be grateful," Yan Shuangshuang said with a cold smile. "I understand what to do," Uncle Fu replied respectfully, then went to South City. Guided by the locals, he met the most respected and senior person in Jin Zhuang, Jin Jianyuan. At that moment, Jin Jianyuan was dozing off on a lounge chair at home. He opened his eyes groggily when guests arrived and got straight to the point, "You’re sent by Shengpeng Group, right? Let’s hear it. How much are you planning to offer us for the demolition fee?" Uncle Fu smiled broadly, "I enjoy talking to straightforward people. Shengpeng Group has come with a lot of sincerity. As long as you agree to the demolition, we will compensate each household with a three-bedroom furnished apartment. Besides that, we will offer an additional two hundred million as demolition compensation." "Of course, how this money gets distributed is up to you." Shengpeng Group had previously participated in the construction of the East City New District. Even though there weren’t many residents in East City, they had experience negotiating demolitions with others. "Your so-called sincerity is just two hundred million?" Jin Jianyuan sneered, "Is this a demolition fee or a humiliation fee? You want us to relocate for a mere two hundred million? Give me a break; that amount doesn’t even catch our attention." Uncle Fu’s expression shifted slightly, but he maintained his smile, "If the price isn’t right, we can negotiate further. Three hundred million is our group’s limit." "Oh, fine, go back then," Jin Jianyuan said casually, "Tell your company boss that as long as I’m alive, I will absolutely refuse the demolition." "Old bastard, do you dare show us disrespect?" A middle-aged man behind Uncle Fu was suddenly enraged, "I’m telling you, don’t take advantage of the situation, or there will be severe consequences." King Kong, who had been squatting nearby eating a pacifier and watching ants move, suddenly raised his head. His clear eyes instantly filled with an immense rage. He picked up a stone lock beside him, like an arrow leaving the string, and charged directly at the middle-aged man. Swoosh! The stone lock whizzed past and accurately hit the middle-aged man’s head, deforming his skull and spraying blood as he flew over ten meters away. Upon landing, he had already lost his breath. The sudden scene made Uncle Fu and the middle-aged men behind him tense up, each ready and alert, as no one expected this mentally challenged person to suddenly become enraged. Certainly, they were even more shocked by his terrifying strength and speed. Even Uncle Fu felt a chill running down his spine, inwardly asking himself, if this madman attacked him, would he be able to withstand it? "Get lost!" Seeing his son commit murder, Jin Jianyuan scolded sternly, "If you act like this again, I’ll send you to a mental hospital!" King Kong protested, "He disrespected you first. He was asking for it. How can you blame me?" Jin Jianyuan shook his head helplessly, then looked at Uncle Fu and apologized, "Sorry, my son is mentally ill, and I can’t control him. He killed one of your people, and I’m really sorry." With that, he took out two hundred and fifty yuan from his pocket and said apologetically, "I’m a low-income household, and both of us are ill. Take this two hundred and fifty as my compensation to the deceased’s family." Uncle Fu’s face turned green. Not only was he angry about his man’s death, but they even offered two hundred and fifty yuan as compensation, which was clearly insulting! And they’re a low-income household? Who are they kidding? Taking a deep breath, he said, "Mister Jin, I know you’re the most respected elder in Jin Zhuang and understand your influence in South City. That’s precisely why I came to discuss the demolition with you." "If you’re not satisfied with the demolition compensation amount, you can propose a number, and our group will definitely provide you with a satisfactory answer." Jin Jianyuan lit his tobacco pipe and took a satisfied puff, "I am indeed very unhappy with your compensation, and I don’t see the sincerity of it." Forcing a smile, Uncle Fu asked, "Then state your price!" Jin Jianyuan grinned, "Fixed price, one billion." Uncle Fu’s face filled with rage, "One billion? Why don’t you go rob a bank?"

Chapter 118, Old Man, I’ve given you face, haven’t I?

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