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"Not selling anymore? What does that mean? We've already paid the deposit, haven't we?"

"They said they'd give double the deposit back, but they absolutely refuse to sell the house!"

On the other end of the phone, Mr. Zhou spoke very quickly, with the sound of documents being frantically flipped through in the background. He said, "I just used all my connections to inquire! It's not that the developers don't want to sell houses, it's that they dare not sell! Just an hour ago, the developer's chairman received a call—a call personally made by the head of some department!"

"The person in charge?"

Shen Fei was a little confused.

"Yeah! That guy didn't say anything harsh on the phone. He just smiled and asked about the approval progress of the Phase II project of No. 1 Courtyard. Then he casually mentioned that his son really liked the river-view penthouse in No. 1 Courtyard and wanted to buy it to use for parties."

Mr. Zhou sounded frightened and helpless. "Mr. Shen, I've put it this way, you should understand! The developer is terrified. They immediately held an emergency meeting, and their response to us was that those few apartments absolutely cannot be sold to you! They'd rather offend the customer than offend someone with the authority to approve these properties!"

When Pete heard his boss on the phone, he peeked out of his bedroom and saw Shen Fei's face reflected in the glass window. Outside the window, the lights were very bright, and the scene looked a bit strange.

He asked very cautiously:

"Boss, is everything alright?"

Shen Fei waved his hand at him to stop talking, and then continued to ask the person on the phone:

"Which young master are you referring to?"

"They just wouldn't say!"

Mr. Zhou sounded a bit angry. "My friend, who's the director at the sales office, secretly told me that this afternoon they also went to see the apartments and immediately took a liking to the ones you reserved, wanting to buy them all. The salesperson explained to them that you had already paid in full to reserve them, and that guy was all smiles, leaving without saying a word... Who would have thought that he'd turn around and have his dad use this kind of method to pressure people! This isn't about money; it's clearly using power to bully people!"

Mr. Zhou seemed genuinely trying to persuade him. He was afraid that a powerful figure like Shen Fei from out of town would clash head-on with the local forces. "Mr. Shen, what do you think about this matter...? Perhaps we should just let it go? There's no other way; we're under their roof, we have to bow our heads. There are other good houses in Jiangcheng besides No. 1 Courtyard. We don't need to offend people with such complicated relationships over this..."

However, Shen Fei smiled.

He recalled the things he had said at Wang Hao's house earlier.

He recalled the looks in Wang Hao's and Li Ting's eyes when they looked at him; they contained shock, gratitude, but also a sense of unease.

He was reminded of how Li Ting's parents had changed so much.

What Shen Fei said was like water spilled on the ground; in Jiangcheng, were there still people who wanted him to take back his words?

"I understand. Thank you for your hard work, Mr. Zhou."

"You don't need to worry about this, I'll handle it myself. It's late, you should get some rest."

"Hey? Mr. Shen, please don't act impulsively..."

Before President Zhou could continue trying to persuade him, Shen Fei hung up the phone.

He casually tossed his phone onto the sofa, then turned around, poured himself a glass of ice water, and drank it all in one gulp.

The cold water went down his throat and into his stomach, but the chill in his heart was not suppressed at all.

"Boss, is there a problem with the house? That one called 'Number One Courtyard'?"

Pete came over and asked him with concern.

Although he didn't speak Chinese well, he still understood the words "something happened" and "not selling anymore".

"Yeah, a local official's son took a liking to it. He wanted it, but couldn't buy it, so he had his father, who's an official, call the developer. Now the developer doesn't dare sell it to me."

"What?!"

Pete was so surprised his eyes almost popped out. He waved his hands and shouted in an exaggerated manner:

"Call the police? Sue them?"

Shen Fei glanced at him, shook his head, and said with a hint of sarcasm, "Pete, here, sometimes the rules are decided by the people who make them."

"If we sue the developer, they'll compensate us with double our deposit, but then what? We still won't get the house."

"Should we sue that official? What grounds should we use to sue him? He just made a phone call to the developer to 'check in' on the project's progress."

"Then... what should we do? Just give up?"

Pete felt helpless.

"No."

Therefore, Shenfei decided to take an unconventional approach.

He walked to the wine cabinet, opened a bottle of Romanée-Conti, and poured half a glass for both Pete and himself.

The red wine swirled in the crystal glass, resembling flowing gemstones.

"Pete, remember this: in the adult world, there are many ways to solve problems. When normal methods don't work, you have to use unconventional methods. The best way to deal with someone who doesn't follow the rules is to intimidate them with words they can understand."

He handed the glass to Pete, then picked up his phone and found the number he had saved that afternoon—Zhang Wei, the VIP ground manager for Emirates Airlines.

The call was answered almost immediately.

"Mr. Shen! Good evening! You must have something important to tell me so late at night!"

Manager Zhang's voice was as warm and quick-witted as ever.

Shen Fei leaned back on the sofa, slowly swirling his wine glass, and said in a casual, conversational tone:

"Manager Zhang, you were born and raised in Jiangcheng, right?"

"Yes, Mr. Shen! Three generations of my family have lived in Jiangcheng. I know every street and alley here very well!"

Manager Zhang immediately replied that he knew they were getting down to business.

"Okay, help me look up someone."

"Please speak!"

"..."

"I want all his information, his family background, how much money he has, who he knows... everything, especially... the evidence that can't be known by others."

Manager Zhang on the other end of the phone was silent for about three seconds.

He didn't ask why they needed to investigate, nor did he say that the matter was difficult to handle. During those three seconds of silence, his mind was racing, considering the risks involved and how many connections he would need to leverage.

Three seconds later, he spoke again. This time, his voice wasn't as enthusiastic; instead, it was crisp and decisive, like a soldier's:

"I understand. Mr. Shen, please give me an hour. I will let you know after an hour, whether I have found it or not."

"it is good."

Shen Fei hung up the phone and casually put it aside.

He took his wine glass and walked to the French windows, gazing at the black river flowing quietly in the night outside.

Yangtze.

In Canada, my strength comes from the sea.

My roots are in this city built on the water.

How dare a mediocre son of an official touch the things I promised to give to my brother?

Yeah.

I've come to see what's really going on in Jiangcheng.