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"The old man has developed well in the Suhe area, but it's a pity that he is too old and timid. The company has been operating for so many years and still looks like a ghost. No wonder he wants me to come back to inherit the family property. I'm afraid it's not for him to clean up the mess." Sang Ye was lazy. Leaning in the seat, with a laptop on his lap, he was looking at the development status of Zi'an Real Estate Co., Ltd. in recent years. Of course, these data were not given by his father, Sang Qin.

Fu Zhifei sat across the aisle from him and glanced at him.

The private plane is not very luxurious, but this kind of behavior is indeed luxurious.

Sang Ye yawned. When he was stretching, he didn't know which nerve he owed. He bent over and covered his stomach. Fu Zhifei threw him a box of stomach medicine: "Damn you."

Sang Ye smiled and said, "Oh, you are considerate, son, you know how to care about your father. When you grow up, it's not easy for your father to feed you with feces and piss."

Fu Zhifei clicked his tongue hard, and Sang Ye peeled off the medicine box and swallowed two pills, and stopped teasing him with a smile. When the laptop was closed, he also closed his eyes slightly.

From north to south, the air outside the cabin is getting more humid.

"Zian," Sang Ye chewed the word with his eyes closed, frowned slightly, opened his eyes and said with a sneer, "Zian Zi'an, he is very stable in his hometown."

"Aye." Fu Zhifei rarely called him by such a title, his voice was a little more stable, he opened his mouth to say something but couldn't say it, family affairs are difficult to resolve, he understands this truth too well, no outsider would say anything room.

In the end, Fu Zhifei could only remind him: "You have a sense of propriety."

Sang Ye smiled heartlessly, brighter than the charming French sunshine: "I know. The old man didn't do it for nothing for so many years, nor did he get hundreds of millions of assets for nothing. Three points, how to divide the cake as much as people want to blend in."

Sang Ye's smile gradually showed some bad intentions: "But I also know that the situation in the past two years has not been good. Such a large company needs to have spare money for turnover. The housing prices are high, and the purchasing power of home buyers is insufficient. Most of them keep a wait-and-see attitude. When interest rates are raised, the capital chain is prone to problems. If he wants to face risks and ensure the overall operation of the company, he will have to ship in the fourth quarter and use the pre-sale funds to solve the capital problem.”

"But," Sang Ye tapped on the armrest of the chair, "the human heart is not enough to swallow an elephant, if you want Sang Qin to sell the house at a par or a low price, you are trying to cut off his heart."

Sang Ye smiled and said: "The state has strengthened the regulation of land. According to the old man's cautious temperament, he will probably shrink back and reduce the purchase of land, but some land cannot be bought, and some land is a sweet pastry that must be contested. If he doesn't fight, he won't be able to eat the big head of Suhe's cake, and he is afraid that the newcomer will come up. Just like the emperors in ancient times were afraid that their sons would usurp the throne and seize power, who would want to go down when they are used to the top?"

Fu Zhifei is a literati who doesn't understand these business matters. He throws his money to Sang Ye to invest. I believe that his mind and methods are not as unrestrained as they appear. A layman watching the excitement, what he can see is only on the surface.

Fu Zhifei knew that Sang Ye had resentment towards his father, and also knew that he was probably going to make trouble when he came back this time, and he could vaguely sense that what this crazy boy Sang Ye was going to do was not small.

Fu Zhifei frowned. He frowned all the year round, and it almost became a habit. There were marks between his brows. Fu Zhifei asked him, "Who wants to usurp the throne, and where do you want to raise your troops?"

Sang Ye sneered and said, "Aren't you afraid that I won't understand you after staying abroad for so long?"

Fu Zhifei shook his head, that was impossible.

Sang Ye leaned over his shoulder, leaned on the seat across the cabin corridor and said to him, "Hey, do you know the hot spring town [-] kilometers away from Suhe city?"

Fu Zhifei nodded: "That small town? The scenery is really nice."

Sang Ye raised Erlang's legs and patted Fu Zhifei's shoulder: "Mr. Fu went there to paint and enjoy the scenery, which is different from our stinky fish and rotten shrimps that smell of copper."

Fu Zhifei patted his hand away and said with a smile: "Don't laugh at me, that town has always been a small place like a mud ball. A few years ago, the city said it wanted to build a tourist city for cultural development, but it didn't work out after investing [-] million yuan in Hot Spring Town. The place is too small, and the cultural quality of the people there is not good, I have been there a few times, and I feel that the construction is not good."

Sang Ye sneered: "The money given by the top is calculated. It's hard to say what happened to the bottom. Even if it really benefits the people, the whole street has the same face, and the billboards are all produced by unified bidding. Unified format, unified font, unified size, at first glance it looks like a row of coffin shops, there is a fart."

"I don't want to care about the people there," Sang Ye said with a smile, "I have no humanistic feelings, all I know is that the Beijing-Fuzhou high-speed railway will be built, and the new station will be located in the west of Suhe City, only 10 minutes away from the small town. drive."

Fu Zhifei glanced at him strangely: "You know a lot. You have been abroad for the past few years, and your eyes have grown."

Sang Ye tapped the case of the laptop with his fingers, flaunting his feathers and said: "The old man is getting old, the company has missed the best time to develop and grow into a group, now that a hundred flowers are blooming, the barriers to setting up a subsidiary will be high. But it doesn't matter, I paved the way for him long ago, otherwise who would give me these materials?"

Fu Zhifei glanced at his computer and snorted for no reason.

Sure enough, a capitalist who smells like copper.

Sang Ye ate a piece of lamb chops high above the sky, and bluntly said that the French flavor was not authentic enough. He was picky and picky, and finally only took two bites and stopped touching. He leaned on the soft seat and played chess with Duke Zhou, with his arms on his belly On the belly, Fu Zhifei frowned.

Although Sang Ye looks free and easy, he is actually a stubborn person who can hide things. He will never talk about stomach pains, and he will never talk about those resentments and anxiety.

The timing was perfect, as Sang Ye got off the plane, his Aston Martin just arrived to pick him up.

The one who got out of the car was a beautiful female secretary—Miss White, with dark hair and blue eyes, who was proficient in six languages.Sang Ye blew a kiss to her, and Miss White smiled thoughtfully and gently, and opened her mouth with an authentic Beijing accent, which was more sophisticated and snappy than the old Beijing chicken rolls: "I knew you would come back today, seeing that my timing is just right, how about you?" Dye your hair black."

Sang Ye said with a smile: "It's so beautiful, baby, both people and things are beautiful."

Miss White knew that he was not serious, so she just laughed and snorted: "I will only do this last thing for you in China, Sang, please forgive me! I'm on vacation, I'm going to travel! Don't think about it anymore." Call me!"

After Sang Ye said hello repeatedly, Miss White waved her hand, left the Aston Martin for the two of them, and took a taxi and left.

Sang Ye touched his car, and fiddled with the navigator for a long time, but he couldn't figure out the route. If Mr. Fu, the old Su He, was there, he would have lost his way.

What kind of joke is it that you feel timid when you are close to your hometown?Sang Ye only knew that he hadn't seen him for many years, but the autumn wind in Suhe City was still cold, as cold as when he left.

He sneered, this is really... so nostalgic.

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