socalfunplaces Chapter 29: Buying Land
Chapter 29: Buying Land
Song Zhaowen felt it was worth it, while some people felt they had been cheated out of their money.
"Five million?!" Chen Runguo almost jumped up, his fat face trembling. "Mr. Song, you...you're not joking, are you? My factory, just a few years ago, was valued at more than five million! And all that machinery..."
Song Zhaowen didn't want to waste time arguing with him: "You said it yourself, it was a few years ago. What's the market like now? Financial crisis, real estate frozen, this place has been listed for half a year, has anyone even asked about the price? Friendly reminder, I'll pay you all five million in cash in one go. You won't find another big spender like me in all of Hong Kong right now."
The plane grabbed Chen Runguo and said, "Hey, Boss Chen, five million is a lot. You're not going to slack off with my boss's generosity, are you?"
Feeling the gun handle against his waist, Chen Runguo forced a smile: "...Here! Of course, Mr. Song is generous, five million in cash is fair...I'll sign, I'll sign right away."
This time, Song Zhaowen didn't stop the plane. He brought the hot-tempered plane along for this very reason. If the other party was easy to talk to, then everyone would be civilized. Otherwise, Song Zhaowen would let the other party know the style of gangsters when doing business.
Half an hour later, in the office on the third floor.
Song Zhaowen picked up the agreement, nodded in satisfaction, and handed it to Xiao Zhuoxiao behind him to put away. Then he winked at the plane.
The plane loosened its grip on Chen Runguo's neck, grinned, and patted his sweaty shoulder: "That's right, Boss Chen, a wise man knows when to yield."
Chen Runguo could only force a laugh, cursing the people in front of him a thousand times in his heart, but he dared not show it on his face.
Song Zhaowen took a heavy black sports bag from Xiao Zhuoxiao, placed it on a greasy workbench next to him, unzipped it to reveal bundles of brand-new thousand-yuan bills inside: "Five million, not a penny less. Boss Chen can count them."
"No need to order, I trust you." Chen Runguo's voice was hoarse.
Song Zhaowen said calmly, "The agreement is signed, and you've received the money. From now on, this ten-acre plot of land belonging to the Johnson Canned Food Factory, along with this building and everything inside, belongs to me, Song Zhaowen. You have three days to pack up your personal belongings, notify all the tenants in the building, and have them all move out by the end of the month. Any problems?"
"No...no problem." Chen Runguo dared not say there was a problem.
Song Zhaowen nodded: "Ah Xiao, keep Chen Sheng's contact information. We'll need his cooperation for any future changes to the building and land-related paperwork."
"clear."
"Let's go." Song Zhaowen didn't give Chen Runguo another glance, turned around and left with Xiao Zhuoxiao and the plane.
Reaching the factory gate, Song Zhaowen stopped and turned back to add, "By the way, Boss Chen, I don't want too many people to know about today's events, or what will happen to this building in the future. Do you understand what I mean?"
Chen Runguo trembled and quickly said, "Understood, understood, Mr. Song, don't worry, I'll keep my mouth shut the longest."
Song Zhaowen then turned around, and the three of them got into the black Mercedes-Benz and sped away.
Only after the car had completely disappeared from sight did Chen Runguo slump onto the oil-stained floor like a lump of mud, staring at the bag of banknotes on the worktable, tears welling up in his eyes. His assistant, Xiao Liu, cautiously approached: "Mr. Chen... Mr. Chen, what should we do now..."
Chen Runguo jumped up suddenly, kicked the broken iron bucket next to him hard with a loud "bang", and roared: "What else can we do?! Pack your things and get out of here, damn it, these gangsters who eat people without spitting out the bones."
After venting his anger, he looked at the bag of money, his eyes flickering again. Five million… Although it was far less than expected, it was all in cash, which meant he could underreport his taxes significantly.
It's better to earn less than to have your property confiscated and auctioned off by the bank, leaving you with nothing.
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The atmosphere inside the Mercedes-Benz became much more relaxed.
Feiji laughed, "Brother Wen, that fat guy's face turned green; he's probably heartbroken. Five million for such a huge plot of land and building—it's practically free!"
Xiao Zhuoxiao, driving, smiled and said, "We definitely made a profit this time. But Brother Wen, what if Chen Runguo changes his mind later, or goes to the police?"
"He won't," Song Zhaowen said confidently. "Sue us for forced sale? Where's the evidence? He signed the agreement voluntarily, and the money was real cash. Most importantly, he can't afford the consequences of playing us. I'll have Ahua and his men keep an eye on him. If he dares to try anything funny, I won't hesitate to send him flying."
"By the way, what's Brother Wen doing buying such a big factory? Is he going to get canned goods? There aren't many people who would do that. Are he just waiting for the land to appreciate in value in ten or twenty years?"
Song Zhaowen rolled down the car window and pointed the cigarette between his fingers at the distant industrial building: "I'm not interested in canning, and land speculation takes too long. Anyway, you'll find out in half a month."
Half a month passed in the blink of an eye.
Tsz Wan Shan is peaceful and tranquil; there's no fighting or killing every day.
Xiao Zhuoxiao and the others slept during the day and watched over the place at night; Wu Zhaoyong spent his days at the martial arts school with Ahua and the others, each with their own things to do.
Song Zhaowen was extremely busy, shuttling between Shenzhen and the Tin Shui Wai Industrial Building. Every day, large trucks would drive into the factory from the north, carrying all sorts of things. But since they could legally pass through customs, it was definitely a legitimate business. It was just that no one could figure out what he was up to.
Ding ding ding~
Xiao Zhuoxiao, Ahua, Tony, Feiji and others nodded up and down with a brown meatball on their heads.
He picked up the meatball with one hand.
He was Song Zhaowen, dressed in a suit and tie, looking like a white-collar elite in the city.
"Brothers, we'll make a fortune with this from now on."
Song Zhaowen looked confident, but his men looked completely bewildered.
"No way, this is the way you've been thinking about to make a fortune?"
"Don't believe me? Try it!"
Before the plane could react, Song Zhaowen flicked the meatball into its mouth.
The plane was caught off guard, its mouth stuffed full, and it instinctively chewed twice. Then, its eyes widened suddenly, its face showing a look of utter astonishment, followed by disbelief, and finally settling into an indescribable state of ecstasy.