Jin Jianyuan didn’t get angry, instead he chuckled and said, "Even if you go robbing, you can’t get a billion, right? Even if I could rob it, but still give you a piece of land, isn’t that very benevolent?"
Uncle Fu was speechless, but a fla of anger sparked in his eyes, wishing he could teach this old scoundrel a lesson.
However, he also knew that once he acted, there would be no room for reconciliation.
"Mr. Jin, we have co with great sincerity." Uncle Fu took a deep breath and said, "We can increase the demolition compensation to 400 million."
"One billion, not a penny less, that’s my stance." Jin Jianyuan smoked and continued, "Transfer the money now, and I guarantee that within half an hour, the people of the South City Planning District will move out."
Uncle Fu held back his anger and said, "Mr. Jin, I know you all want more compensation, which is understandable. But shouldn’t you be a bit more reasonable?"
Jin Jianyuan let out a cold laugh, "Even if I’m not being reasonable, so what? Do you want to forcefully demolish? Go ahead, I absolutely won’t stop you, but do you have the guts?"
He didn’t hide his disdain at all. Uncle Fu burned with anger but also knew Jin Jianyuan made sense. If they were dealing with a single stubborn holdout, they could use strong-arm tactics.
But this ti, their opponent wasn’t a stubborn holdout, it was the entire South City Planning District populace.
Using forceful ans would have unimaginable consequences.
"Go back, and when you can produce a billion, we’ll talk." Jin Jianyuan directly issued an eviction order.
"Get out of my ho," said a cold-eyed King Kong, holding a blood-stained stone lock.
"Let’s go!" Uncle Fu turned and led his people away. When they walked out of Jin Jianyuan’s house, they found countless people already gathered outside, holding kitchen knives, axes, and clubs, standing on both sides of the street with either fierce, mocking, or playful smiles on their faces.
Even Uncle Fu felt a chill down his spine, ultimately underestimating Jin Jianyuan’s influence in South City. He was like a Local Emperor!
No!
Calling him an Emperor was flattering him.
He was a complete bandit.
That was how Uncle Fu returned to Shengjing Shanshui, frowning as he recounted to Yan Shuangshuang what had happened in South City.
"Damn it!"
Upon learning that the other party demanded a billion in demolition compensation, Yan Shuangshuang was furious, "Those people dare to ask for so much, aren’t they afraid of bursting?"
Uncle Fu helplessly said, "They are indeed excessive, but the people of South City are unprecedentedly united, and we can’t use forceful ans at all."
Yan Shuangshuang coldly said, "How much liquidity does the company still have?"
Uncle Fu: "Less than 500 million."
Yan Shuangshuang’s eyes flickered with a cold light. Actually, to secure the South City rebuilding project, they had borrowed 1.5 billion from banks. Otherwise, Shengpeng Group wouldn’t have been able to secure the South City rebuilding project with its financial strength.
They thought they could completely handle the demolition with existing funds after securing the project, but who could have expected Jin Zhuang to be such a tough nut to crack?
"Miss, if it really doesn’t work, let’s borrow money from the bank! At least we need to get through this hurdle." Uncle Fu offered his opinion, though he knew acquiring the South City redevelopnt project was no longer profitable.
But Miss had said, look at the long term, broaden your vision, so as long as this project was completed satisfactorily, Shengpeng Group could beco the undisputed number one force in Qingyuan.
By then, they wouldn’t even need to lift a finger to poach from the other three powers.
"Qingyuan’s bank loan limits have long been taken by Wu i and others, and even if there were any, they’d conduct risk assessnts. With our current debt level, banks wouldn’t lend to us." Yan Shuangshuang rubbed her forehead, looking sowhat weary.
She was a woman who thought highly of herself, which is why she used Xu Wendong’s sharp edge to eliminate Zhao Sihai. Everything was under her control.
But now, she felt helpless.
Yan Shuangshuang said, "Contact the provincial capital loan institutions, borrow a billion, and it doesn’t matter if the interest is high. Once the project starts, we’ll receive 30% of the project funds and can repay this debt."
Uncle Fu hesitated for a mont and couldn’t help but say, "If we contact private lending institutions, we need to make a mortgage. Except for our company building which is worth a billion, the rest..."
He didn’t finish, but the implication was clear. Apart from Shengpeng Group’s headquarters, nothing else was worth ntioning.
Yan Shuangshuang said with a tone that allowed no argunt, "Then use the company building as collateral."
"Miss, this matter is crucial. Should we consult the boss?" Uncle Fu was a bit worried. The risk factor was too large. If the debt couldn’t be repaid within the stipulated ti, the Shengpeng Group building would belong to soone else!
Yan Shuangshuang coldly responded, "Are you saying that I can’t make decisions about company matters?"
Uncle Fu nervously replied, "No, no, that’s not what I ant..."
"Then do as I said."
"Yes!" Uncle Fu secretly sighed. Although he felt it was inappropriate to mortgage the company, he was just a beleaguered worker at Shengpeng Group, unable to sway the young lady’s decision.
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"You, oh you, how did you drink so much at noon?"
Xu Wendong was sent ho by Wu i. He drank a few more glasses because he was happy, intoxicated with a simple smile on his face.
Actually, Wu i originally didn’t want to send Xu Wendong ho. She wanted to book a room and dive deep into conversation, since she didn’t understand Xu Wendong well and wanted to know more.
But she had other matters to attend to, so she could only escort Xu Wendong back ho.
Lin Yiren saw Xu Wendong’s face was flushed from drinking, always giggling foolishly, and couldn’t help but feel a pang of heartache. She quickly helped him to the bedroom to rest, then went to pour a glass of water.
Xu Wendong had already drunk a lot, and seeing Lin Yiren in a low-cut camisole dress, with the faint silhouette of the suburbs and the trembling delicate contours before him, he couldn’t help but feel dry in the mouth.
Lin Yiren also noticed Xu Wendong’s invasive gaze, her face imdiately blushing, and she chided, "You drank so much, just sleep for a bit."
Though she longed to have Xu Wendong, wishing to rge into each other’s bodies, at that mont Xu Wendong’s gaze gave her an inexplicable sense of fear.
And just as she turned to leave, a strong hand grasped her wrist. Then Xu Wendong’s low, breathy voice reached her ears, "Sister-in-law, I... I want you!"
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