I have ten trillion licking dog gold

“Zhongquan, if you still want to buy a house, I have a property I can recommend.”

Which drive?

Once you've made a boast, you can't afford to contradict yourself.

Moreover.

It's not bragging.

"No. 1 Courtyard".

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhongquan frowned and tapped the melon seeds on the table. "Isn't this Hengsheng's stock?"

"Yes, it's Hengsheng. It's a top real estate company in China, so the quality is guaranteed."

That's absolutely right.

Compared to Hang Seng Group, Greenland Group, which was once all-powerful in Shacheng, was nothing but a pile of shit, a mere speck of dust on a giant, easily brushed away and gone without a trace.

"Aren't you just setting them up for failure? Hang Seng Group has already blown up with such a huge scandal, owing trillions of dollars!"

Someone spoke out in defense of justice.

"That was in the past. So what if they owe money? Which real estate company doesn't owe money to the bank? Don't just read half of the news and believe everything you hear. Hengsheng Group has already been taken over by other capital. Besides, No. 1 Courtyard isn't an abandoned project."

Ok.

Hang Seng Group's crimes are too numerous to count. Compared to Greenland, it is like comparing the sun and the moon to fireflies. Greenland has only had a few unfinished projects.
But one code equals another.

Although Hengsheng Group's unfinished buildings are scattered all over the country, not every project is like that. One Mansion was delivered on schedule, and the earliest owners moved in a year ago and the feedback was good. The community's greening and property management are among the best in Shacheng.

"Wasn't No. 1 Courtyard already taken off the market?"

"It's been delisted. I was referring to the secondhand market."

"We don't want secondhand houses."

After giving her thanks, Mai Encui returned and sat down next to her husband.

She has very traditional ideas; she feels uncomfortable spending so much money to buy things that others have used.

"Encui, you've been so badly scammed, and you still dare to buy off-plan properties? No matter how much savings you have, they can't withstand a few more losses."

Upon hearing this, Mai Encui immediately knew that her husband was definitely talking nonsense outside again, but as a family member, she certainly wouldn't expose him, and she hadn't forgotten the confidentiality agreement.

"You can wait for the completed property."

"Yes, only existing houses are safe. The house I'm talking about, although it's second-hand, has never been lived in, so it's no different from a brand new one."

"Old Tong, when did you start working as a real estate agent?"

Zhang Zhongquan asked.

"Hehe, what real estate agent? That's my son's house."

At this point, Lao Tong revealed an undisguised pride.

"You bought this for your son?"

The person at the table interrupted.

“I don’t have that ability. I can support myself and not be a burden to him, let alone help him buy a house? I couldn’t even come up with that much money if I sold myself. He earned it through his own hard work.”

"Isn't your son a food deliveryman?"

Some people are outspoken.

No matter how loudly the slogans are shouted, there are definitely noble and lowly professions. At least in people's minds, there are different levels. Delivering food is no different from doing odd jobs. There is no guarantee, no stability, and it is not considered respectable. It is not even as good as a real estate agent. But Lao Tong was not embarrassed. His head was still held high.

"Yes, my son delivers food, but so what? He got this house by delivering food."

Upon hearing this, the table immediately erupted in chaos.

"Are you kidding me? Delivering food can make that much money?"

"What am I bragging about? I don't know about other companies, but Suda's delivery drivers do have this benefit! Once they reach a certain length of service, they will be provided with subsidized housing."

"So it was express delivery, no wonder."

“Suda is different from other sons of bitches; it signs labor contracts with its employees.”

"I'd heard about it, but I didn't expect it to be true. The house isn't free, is it?"

Everyone started talking at once.

Ordinary people, even if they have heard some information, only have a partial understanding of it.

Old Tong is an honest man. He explained, "How could we give it away for free? Express Delivery isn't a charity. With hundreds of thousands of riders, how could we afford to deliver? It's just that if employees need it, they can get a housing quota at a price lower than the market price."

"How much lower?"

Old Tong shook his head. "I don't know."

"Even if Lao Tong knew, he wouldn't tell."

"Can a house purchased at an internal price be transferred?"

Zhang Zhongquan couldn't help but ask.

"Not within two years. But it'll be two years soon. If you want it, I can talk to my son, and it'll be cheaper than the market price."

After understanding the whole story, Zhang Zhongquan couldn't help but start to feel tempted. It was a ready-to-move-in house, and the house was quite nice, plus the price was favorable.

"what do you think?"

Zhang Zhongquan remained clear-headed. Although he had recently been liberated and was singing praises, he was still very clear about who truly made the decisions on important matters.

"I think... why don't you go deliver food and get an internal housing quota? The price will definitely be more affordable."

Mai Encui was quick-witted; this method was a win-win situation, solving both her husband's idleness and his problem.

"Hehe, Speedata has requirements for hiring people, and there are seniority restrictions if you want to enjoy housing benefits."

Old Tong's straightforward approach exposed the couple's ulterior motives.

Oh shit.

When did delivering takeout become something to be proud of?

Aren't those who do this kind of work just marginalized people who can't find proper jobs?
Zhang Zhongquan felt that the world had become a bit crazy, but he didn't dare to say it outright, after all, he was genuinely interested in that house.

"Give me your son's contact information."

"No problem, I'll send it to you, you can communicate with him yourself."

"Are you really planning to buy his son's house?"

Mai Encui held her husband's arm and whispered.

"There's no harm in learning about it."

Ok.

It also makes sense.

Mai Encui released her grip, then suddenly remembered something, "Wasn't One Mansion developed by Hang Seng Real Estate?"

"what happened?"

"Isn't Fang's daughter's boyfriend supposed to be a senior executive at Hang Seng Bank?"

Mai Encui had a good memory; she remembered it after Zhang Zhongquan only mentioned it once.

When Zhang Zhongquan first mentioned it, he shared it with his wife as a joke, but now he can't laugh anymore.

There's a reason why so many people pursue luxury cars to show off.

That kid probably wasn't just talking nonsense.

"So what?!"

"What do you think? Even a food delivery guy can get an apartment in One Mansion. If he really is a senior executive at Hengsheng, getting one for us would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it?"

"Have you no shame?!"

Zhang Zhongquan's face flushed red. He still had a sense of shame. He had turned his back on them and was now begging for their help. How could he bear it?
"Why worry about saving a lot of money!"

Maientree said, "If you won't go, I will!"

There's a reason why Zhang Zhongquan's family hasn't fallen apart despite his years of idleness.

This is what it means for women to hold up half the sky.

"Don't go!"

Maientrai didn't speak, but her eyes said it all.

I give you face!

Before the wedding started, she picked up her bag and got up, ignoring her husband's opinion, her eyes darting around.

She didn't know Fang's daughter's boyfriend, but that didn't matter; finding Fang's daughter would be enough.

Of course.

She hadn't seen him for so long that she figured he wouldn't recognize her, so she cleverly found Xi's father, Lao Wen.

Zhang Zhongquan appeared angry and aggrieved, but seeing his wife leave, he was secretly delighted. After all, he didn't have to show his face, so losing face wasn't his loss.

But what if the wife succeeds?

Who would turn down money?

"Qingqing, do you still recognize me?"

Following Lao Wen's directions, Mai Encui, with a smile on her face, came to the table for the bridesmaids and groomsmen. Three women were sitting at the table, and it was another three-choice question, but she immediately picked the correct answer.

Having worked in the beauty salon for so long, she has developed an exceptional eye for all kinds of women. For example, she can easily tell who is a rich woman, who is a kept mistress, and who is just taking advantage of a group-buying deal and won't come back a second time.

Fang's daughter is a lawyer.

Lawyers have their own unique qualities.

Fang Qing didn't know her either, but someone else did.

"Auntie..."

Hong Xiaoyu, who was chatting with Tong Dan, got up.

Upon hearing his address, Fang Qing instantly understood the woman's identity and stood up as well.

"Auntie."

Fu Zili and the others all looked at it at the same time.

Wu Yubin and Ji Ailin might not know, but Tong Dan and Fu Zili certainly did. Hong Xiaoyu's maternal aunt and the person who left must also be relatives.

"Xiaoyu is here too."

Hong Xiaoyu definitely recognized his nephew, Mai Encui, but her target at the moment was the Fang family's daughter. After greeting her, she immediately looked away.

"Auntie would like to talk to you, is that a good time?"

If it were Zhang Zhongquan, the outcome would be self-evident; it can only be said that this couple works together very well.

Fang Qing hummed in agreement.

"Let's go over there, it'll be quieter."

The two walked away.

"That belongs to Jiang Chen..."

Tong Dan asked curiously.

"Auntie."

Hong Xiaoyu answered, his expression slightly embarrassed. Of course, he wouldn't say much more; family scandals shouldn't be aired in public.

"Qingqing, I have to apologize to you about your Uncle Zhang's private settlement with Greenland Group."

Upon reaching the edge of the banquet hall, Mai Encu immediately began to employ her professional skills, her expression unusually sincere and earnest.

To get customers to top up their cards, you first need to know how to please them.

"I've already given your Uncle Zhang a good scolding, but I never imagined he would do something like this!"

Fang Qing's face was as still as a mirror. "It's all in the past now."

Mai Encui nodded, then changed the subject, "But your Uncle Zhang is under too much pressure. Our whole family is on his shoulders. If he can't solve the housing problem, our whole family will be ruined. That's why he's so anxious."

Fang Qing maintained the politeness expected of a junior, did not interrupt, and waited patiently for the other person to finish speaking before asking, "What can I do for you, Auntie?"

Mai Encui's sincere expression remained unchanged, but her mood quietly somber.

The Fang family's daughter is not easy to deal with.

"Qingqing, we watched you and Jiang Chen grow up..."

This time, Fang Qing didn't listen any further. "The wedding is about to start. If Auntie has nothing else to do, I'll head back now."

"Wait a moment."

Mai Encui couldn't beat around the bush anymore, she gritted her teeth and said, "Auntie heard that your boyfriend works for Hang Seng Properties? Auntie is looking to buy a house, and Hang Seng Properties also has a project in Shacheng, so Auntie was thinking, could I talk to your boyfriend about it? Anyway, it's all the same who I buy from."

Fang Qing smiled.

There are countless sophisticated egoists.

There is undoubtedly another one right in front of us.

Buying from anyone is still buying; what a beautiful way to put it.

"elder brother!"

Jiang Chen, who had just finished covering for Tie Jun, hadn't even reached the table when Hong Xiaoyu, who was waiting for him, immediately pulled him aside.

Before he could ask, Hong Xiaoyu pointed to the edge of the hall and said, "My aunt called Fang Qing away."

Jiang Chen looked over, his expression calm.

"I'll handle it."

Hong Xiaoyu hesitated, but ultimately said nothing.

Jiang Chen walked in that direction.

"Qingqing, Auntie doesn't mean anything by it. I just want you to pass on a message: even if it doesn't work out, as an elder, Auntie would like to meet your boyfriend."

Mai Encui has a knack for the art of language, constantly changing her tactics, making it really hard for most girls to refuse her.

Before Fang Qing could speak, a sudden warmth came from her palm. She instinctively tried to struggle, but the sound she heard immediately silenced her.

"What are you doing here?"

"It's you?"

Mai Encui's eyes widened slightly as she looked at the two young people's clasped hands, then turned her gaze back to the young man she had met briefly at the door.

"We know each other?"

Jiang Chen asked, his expression calm.

Mai Encui finally had a chance to take a good look at the other person. An inexplicable sense of familiarity clung to her like a leech, haunting her, but she couldn't quite place it.

Without time to think further, she forced a smile and said, "You must be Qingqing's boyfriend, right? I'm Qingqing's aunt; I watched her grow up."

Jiang Chen held Qing Gege's hand. "You're Uncle Zhang's wife, aren't you?"

The embarrassment on Mai Encui's face flashed by, and she nodded, "Yes."

"The dispute between Uncle Zhang and Greenland Group has been properly resolved, and Uncle Zhang got the result he wanted. So please, Auntie, stop bothering Fang Qing."

Even with her usual smooth-talking skills, Mai Encui couldn't help but look embarrassed at this moment. She glanced at Fang Qing.

Fang Qing remained silent, being led around like a little bird, hardly resembling a shrewd and capable lawyer.

"I'm here to apologize to Fang Qing."

"Does your aunt think this is necessary?"

Jiang Chen smiled slightly.

When their eyes met, Mai Encui, who could strike up a conversation with any challenging client at the beauty salon, was momentarily speechless.

"Fang Qing helped because Uncle Zhang is an elder. Her goal was also for Uncle Zhang to be able to live a peaceful life. So, Auntie and Uncle Zhang living their own lives well is the best way to thank her."

Mai Encui's smile froze; she couldn't possibly bring herself to say anything about buying a house.

The other party's meaning couldn't be clearer.

One can be thick-skinned, but one should not humiliate oneself.

"Qingqing, Auntie will be leaving now."

Fang Qing remained silent.

Mai Encui turned and left, her face turning pale.

"Are you really going to sever ties with your family?"

"Do you want my relatives to keep bothering you?"

"Disturbing you? Isn't that the proper thing to do?"

Jiang Chen remained silent for a moment, then said, "Are you getting too into character?"

Fang Qing's lips curled slightly, and her eyes were like lights in the Milky Way on the dome.

"You didn't join?"

Jiang Chen then noticed that they were still holding hands. In the dimly lit banquet hall, it was inconspicuous, but the warmth they conveyed was so clear and real.

"For Uncle Fang's sake, we have no choice but to sacrifice ourselves."

He said something to himself.

The girl next to him nodded in agreement.

"Yes, there's no other choice." (End of Chapter)