I really don't want to be reborn

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Chen Hansheng pointed to his watch: "Going to a restaurant to eat is too time-consuming. I have other things to do at night. We have many opportunities to drink."

"Then... that's fine too."

Chen Hansheng helped so much, but he didn't treat him to a meal, and the old Shang felt very sorry.

However, Chen Hansheng obviously had something to do today, so he took Chen Hansheng to the place where the incident happened, and explained the specific process while walking.

It turned out that Shang Furong had quietly fulfilled Chen Hansheng's entrustment. Many neighbors around wanted to sell the land, so he picked a circular land with good geomantic omen and relatively complete area for negotiation.

Chen Hansheng is also quite satisfied. Feng Shui is one aspect, and it is not far from the road, so the traffic and transportation are more convenient.

There are four families living on this piece of land, and the first three families are very easy to negotiate, pay money, sign an agreement, move, and leave.

Unexpectedly, there was a problem with the fourth household. Seeing that Shang Furong was in such a hurry to buy land, they thought it was a rare commodity to live in, and suddenly disagreed with the previously negotiated price of 300 million yuan.

"The location of this household is the most important."

Shang Furong drew a circle with his hands: "Their house is right in the middle. If you don't move it, the original solid circle will become a hollow circle. Not to mention the impact on Feng Shui, you won't be able to open a factory here."

"How much is this asking price?" Chen Hansheng asked.

"1000."

Shang Furong became angry when he thought about it: "I don't accept the negotiated price again, you old bastard!"

"What about the village committee, what are you talking about?"

Chen Hansheng wanted to know the attitude of the officials.

"Of course the village committee also helped persuade them."

Shang Furong said: "Every piece of land sold, the village committee has a commission, which makes the procedures faster."

Chen Hansheng nodded, and while he was talking, a group of people had already come to the side of the land.

Sure enough, the other three households were empty, only the one in the middle was cooking with smoke.

"Damn it."

Chen Hansheng circled around the land, raised his head and said with a smile: "This one is really the most important one, it's a bit difficult to deal with."

"It's really difficult."

Shang Furong pushed the door open, and a middle-aged woman was washing vegetables under the faucet. When she saw Shang Furong, she shouted to the main room: "Dead man, come out, the old Shang is here again."

After the door curtain was lifted, two men walked out from the inside. They were middle-aged men with short stature, bald Mediterranean hair, and their foreheads were shining with oil.

The other one should be his son, with fluffy hair who just woke up, and when he saw Shang Yanyan, his eyes wandered three ways.

"Thank you, old man."

Shang Furong didn't introduce Chen Hansheng either, but said seriously: "Today, you will give me a final reserve price, the lowest one."

The balding middle-aged man looked at Chen Hansheng, his eyes turned quickly, showing a sense of agility.

It is impossible for Shang Furong to buy so much land. It is obvious that he has been used as a "white glove" for others. It seems that this young man is the buyer behind the scenes, so the old merchant will emphasize the reserve price.

"The bottom price~"

The bald middle-aged man named "Old Xie" picked up the porcelain cup, took a sip comfortably, and said unhurriedly: "990 million, this is the base price."

"Fuck you at thirteen o'clock, it's actually 10 less?"

Shang Furong was furious.

The old businessman is in business, he can eat, drink, play and gamble, and he has an airy temperament. This anger really scared the bald middle-aged man.

"In short, this is the price."

The balding middle-aged man remembered that now is a society ruled by law, calmed down a little, looked at Chen Hansheng and said: "990 million, it is impossible to lose a penny."

He knew that Chen Hansheng was the real buyer, and he didn't deserve to be angry with Shang Furong.

"Damn, you are a fairy, you can jump quite high."

Chen Hansheng smiled, and directly said that this company was extorting money from Immortal Dance.

The balding middle-aged man is not angry either. If the land is really sold for 990 million, it doesn't matter if it is damaged, it doesn't matter if it is hit twice.

"When doing business, everyone pays attention to the real price. Others have 300 million, and you want 900 million. This is not what you sincerely want to sell."

Chen Hansheng took out his cigarettes and scattered them, including the bald middle-aged man and his limp son.

"It can be sold, but it must be at the price I said."

The balding middle-aged man was smoking a cigarette "click, click".

"Five million is impossible."

Chen Hansheng raised two fingers: "Well, I'll add this number to you."

"200?"

The balding middle-aged man thought about it, and it was only 500 million, which was far from qualified.

"Han Sheng."

Shang Furong quickly grabbed Chen Hansheng, and the additional 200 million premium was too much, and it was not worth it at all.

"It's not 200 million, it's 20, 320 million to buy land." Chen Hansheng said.

"Hahaha~"

The bald old Xie seemed to have heard a big joke, so he lifted the curtain and shouted to his wife, "This little Chi...kid wants to buy land for 320 million yuan. You say it's ridiculous!"

After laughing heartily, he took another sip from his teacup, and then spat out the tea in his mouth with a "poof": "20, it's nothing!"

"Don't be a rogue."

Chen Hansheng's eyebrows raised a fierce look: "If 20 is not enough, we can talk about it again. With your attitude, I will let you know that 20 can actually do a lot of things."

"What's the matter, are you buying murder?"

The balding middle-aged man took out his PHS and tried to dial: "Believe it or not, I'll call the police immediately."

"casual."

Chen Hansheng threw the cigarette butt into the bald old Xie's beloved white porcelain cup, immediately made a "sizzling" sound, and said indifferently: "Call the police and say that I polluted your cup of tea?"

After Chen Hansheng finished speaking, he walked out, and Shang Furong followed him and said, "Wait, anyway, you are not in a hurry, give me some time and I will spend time with him."

"I'm not in a hurry, it doesn't matter if I wait a few years."

Chen Hansheng unbuttoned his down jacket, put his hands on his hips and said, "I just can't see this kind of idiot."

"Everyone has it. Suddenly millions of windfalls landed on their heads, it's normal to have a distorted mentality." Shang Furong comforted.

"I can't go back so angry."

Chen Hansheng thought for a while and said, "Does Uncle Shang know the construction team?"

Shang Furong nodded: "I know."

"Then please bring me a few forklifts, I want to level it!"

Chen Hansheng said loudly.

"Hello, 110?"

When the bald middle-aged man heard it, he immediately called the police: "Someone is going to dig my house..."

Shang Furong also dissuaded: "Don't be arrogant, this is against the law."

"What crime?"

Chen Hansheng sneered: "It's against the law for me to shovel my own things. First shovel out the three households outside, leaving only this one."

"What?"

The bald middle-aged man was also stunned when he heard it. The feeling is not to shovel his own home.

"I'm a bastard, and I can spend a lot of time."

Chen Hansheng smiled at the bald middle-aged man: "I'll just say a few ways, and I'll ask you if you're afraid."

"Be gentle, I'll build a pigsty to surround your house and stink you to death."

"Strictly, build a high wall along your yard, and you can see the sun in the future, then I will lose."

"The last one, I changed this place into a cemetery, so that you can see the grave when you go out!"

Chen Hansheng spat hard: "Playing a rogue with me, are you qualified?"

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Chapter 558 A real man should stand at the center of the explosion!

After listening to Chen Hansheng's words, Shang Furong thought that this was a good way to deal with rascals. He had to be more rascal than him. In addition, he and the village committee were familiar with each other, so it didn't matter whether he opened a pigsty or built a house.

Even if you don't do anything, you can scare the rascal.

Shang Furong has a wide network of contacts, so he quickly contacted the nearby construction team and asked to rent two forklifts.

But at the same time, the police from the nearby police station also came over, and they were all familiar faces in the village.

Shang Furong, the owner of a local garment factory, also belongs to the first few scales. At his peak, he drove a BMW, entered a club, and was also a regular customer of a massage parlor.

However, due to the cold winter in the industry a while ago, except for a few super-large garment enterprises in Qingpu District, all such family workshops closed down, and Shang Furong did not make it through at first.

Later, Shang Furong did not know where to get a sum of money, not to mention the revival of the garment factory, he also bought land everywhere.

These things are not news in the village. It is said that the old merchant is just a "white glove" and he bought it for others.

I created a WeChat public account [Investment Haowen] to distribute year-end benefits to everyone!You can go and see!

The police station is not the China Banking Regulatory Commission. As long as there are no disputes and conflicts, they will not care who is behind the investment.

As for the balding middle-aged man, his name is Xie Jingchun, and his nickname is "Xie Er" or "Old Xie". The family does not have any serious jobs, and occasionally does odd jobs in the factory to earn money.

As for the locals, the living expenses are not very high, and a family of three is enough for a family of three.

"Boss Shang, what's going on?"

The first policeman in his 40s asked.

Here is a detail, it was Xie Jingchun who called the police, but when the police arrived at the scene, they asked Shang Furong directly.

"A small matter, a little misunderstanding."

Shang Furong took out a cigarette, but the policeman waved his hand and refused when he saw Chen Hansheng, a stranger.

The grassroots police mainly focus on coordination. After all, they are all trivial neighborhood disputes.

"As you all know, I've been buying land recently."

Shang Furong pursed his lips, pointed to Xie Jingchun's house and said: "We had already negotiated the price, but when it was about to be traded, he suddenly tripled the price. You are so dishonest."

"What, can't you?"

Xie Jingchun replied eloquently: "My house, my land, how much money I like to open is my freedom, should the police also take care of it?"

"Xie Er, stay away from me first!"

The policeman subconsciously turned his head: "The saliva was sprayed on my face, we don't care about the business, but why did you call the police?"

"he!"

Xie Jingchun pointed at Chen Hansheng: "I heard just now that he said he would shovel down my house!"

"who are you?"

The policeman looked at Chen Hansheng: "Take out your ID card."

"My daughter's college classmate."

Shang Furong came over and explained: "That...to help look at the land together."

What the old businessman said was vague, but the policeman understood. It turned out that this was the investor behind it. He looked very young, but he was actually a college student.

The police took Chen Hansheng's ID card, simply registered the number, and returned the ID card.

"When it comes to business, it's inevitable that there will be verbal disputes."

The policeman reminded: "Don't speak harshly, only kindness can make money."