The flowers in the factory of rebirth are too fierce

Song Qin only stayed here for 10 minutes before he couldn't bear the atmosphere of death and pulled Lao Jin out of the door.

The two of them left the real estate building. Song Qin looked solemn and said, "Lao Jin, arrange for someone to sell the house in our hands too!"

He saw Lao Jin's troubled expression and added, "A dead horse can be used as a living horse doctor. You can sell it as much as you can."

As the car drove towards the hotel, Song Qin looked at the road in Qiongkou that was steaming with heat from the sun. He felt his chest was tight and he couldn't breathe.

I didn’t expect the situation in Qiongkou to be so bad!

After returning to the hotel, the female college students gathered around her like a baby and asked Song Qin to take her out for fun. Song Qin, who was upset, pushed her away.

The female college student was so frightened that her face turned pale, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Song Qin ignored her, picked up the phone, and made several calls in succession, all asking for help.

But when the people who answered the phone heard that it was about Qiongdao, they all shook their heads and said they were helpless.

It is obvious that the top management has made up its mind to rectify the real estate market in Qiongdao. From a political perspective, this is a dead end. From a purely economic perspective, all the funds in Qiongdao have been locked up in real estate. Song Qin’s Money trying to solve the problem is tantamount to wishful thinking.

After making a round of phone calls, Song Qin slumped down on the sofa. The female college student knew that he was in a bad mood and hid timidly aside.

Song Qin didn't even eat lunch and was sulking alone in his room.

Until the afternoon, an idea flashed in his mind, and he suddenly thought of having dinner with the second-generation people from Yanjing some time ago. During the dinner, a young man named Lin said something that he was very unwilling to hear. That young man I had done real estate in Qiongdao before, but they had safely evacuated before the Spring Festival.

Song Qin immediately picked up the phone and called Lao Gu. As soon as he told Lao Gu, Lao Gu laughed and said, "You are talking about Zhiyuan. Mr. Song, to tell you the truth, Zhiyuan was determined to withdraw from the Qiongdao real estate market at that time. A few of us had quite a problem with him, but looking back now, this is really a wise decision! Mr. Song, I, Lao Gu, can be considered well-informed, but a person like Zhiyuan has the ability to predict , this is the first time I’ve seen it.”

When Lao Gu said this, Song Qin remembered that the young man's name was Lin Zhiyuan, and what he said at that time made him very uncomfortable.

But now that I think about it, I realize that they were all good words!

Song Qin was like a person trudging through the dark night, confused and directionless, when he suddenly saw a light rising in front of him.

"Brother Gu, I have nearly 1000 million yuan, which is now invested in real estate in Qiongdao. Do you think it is still possible to unwind it?"

Lao Gu was speechless for a long time. After a long time, he said, "Mr. Song, I don't know about this either. Otherwise, just ask Zhiyuan directly. I will give you his phone number."

"Okay." Song Qin said these two words slowly. He and Lin Zhiyuan only met once. If he followed common sense, he would not make this call. However, the situation is urgent now and involves nearly tens of millions of funds, so he also Don't care about anything else.

Lao Gu reported a phone number, and Song Qin silently wrote it down.Lao Gu said one more thing, "Mr. Song, we Yanjing people have established a real estate company. If you are interested in coming in to have a look."

Song Qin said a few perfunctory words, then hung up the phone and dialed Lin Zhiyuan's number.

As soon as the call was connected, Song Qin directly reported his identity.

"Xiao Lin, I'm Song Qin, do you still remember me?"

Of course Lin Zhiyuan remembered the name of the first master of the East China Sea, "This is Mr. Song, hello!"

"Xiao Lin, Brother Gu gave me your number. There is such a thing..." Song Qin told his story.

Lin Zhiyuan sighed after hearing this. Through the receiver, Song Qin could hear Lin Zhiyuan's regretful mood.

"Xiao Lin, can this matter be undone now?" Song Qin asked with one last hope.

"Mr. Song, it's difficult." Lin Zhiyuan's answer made Song Qin's heart drop to the bottom.

"Okay, excuse me." Song Qin was completely desperate. Just when he was about to hang up, Lin Zhiyuan said, "Mr. Song, are you speculating on houses or land in Qiongdao?"

"They all have it. There is a small piece of land that I bought together with my friends, and there are a few off-the-plan properties."

"There is no hope for the off-plan property, but that piece of land..." Lin Zhiyuan made a long note, which gave Song Qin a glimmer of hope, "As long as you have the patience to wait, you will still get your money back, but it will take a long time, maybe It will take about ten years.”

Song Qin was a little surprised. If Lin Zhiyuan had not made accurate predictions about the real estate market in Qiongdao City before, Song Qin might still not believe what he said now.

"Xiao Lin, what do you mean by this? Do you think Qiongdao's real estate market can come back to life?"

"Yes, but the restoration process will be very long. I estimate it will take at least ten years. Qiongdao's geographical location is unique. There must be a reason why the land and real estate here are favored by funds. It's just that they have been speculated too much. It is completely against the laws of economics, but its value is still there, and there is no other good way now, we can only wait slowly."

Song Qin suddenly had an idea. He really wanted to talk to Lin Zhiyuan face to face, "Xiao Lin, I will go back to Shengtian tomorrow. Do you have time? I want to talk to you in detail in person."

"Mr. Song, I'm going to Yanjing tomorrow, why don't you wait for me when I come back?"

"Why are you going to Yanjing?" Song Qin asked one more question.

"My father-in-law, Uncle Gu, and Uncle Hu registered a real estate company in Yanjing, and they insisted on letting me go..."

Before Lin Zhiyuan finished speaking, Song Qin understood.

In essence, Su Sheng, Lao Gu and Lao Hu are the same type of people as him. They have certain political resources, but they are not good at the specific management and operation of the company. Moreover, these people are used to making quick money. , everyone can't wait to make money while lying down.

However, since the dual-track system was abolished, money has not been so easy to make. They urgently need a professional to help them manage the company and point out the direction.

Lin Zhiyuan is undoubtedly the most suitable one.

"Xiao Lin, let's do this. I'll fly directly to Yanjing and we'll meet there then."

After making this phone call, Song Qin's heart seemed to open suddenly, and he had made a decision.

The losses within the embankment were to be repaired externally. Since Lao Gu and the others were optimistic about Lin Zhiyuan, it would be better for him to join their company as well.

The next day, Song Qin left Qiongdao and flew directly to Yanjing.

The heat in Yanjing at the end of June is unbearable, and the temperature has risen to over [-] degrees.

Lin Zhiyuan's courtyard in Houhai seems to have become an oasis in the desert. The wind blowing from Houhai brings moisture and coolness. He sits under the big tree in the middle of the courtyard, setting up a small tea table and a lounge chair. , shaking the big cattail leaf fan, cross talk playing on the radio.

Lin Zhiyuan closed his eyes and meditated. A small wall seemed to isolate him from the hustle and bustle of the city.