"Just in time, you’re here, I was just looking for you," he quickly came back to his senses and remembered that he had something to discuss.
"Have a seat," he gestured towards the chairs in front of the table.
Qin Xiangyang and Qin Xiangnuan sat down.
Qin Xiangyang himself was in a fog, unsure about why he was even here; he just came because his sister asked him to, and it was obvious that his mind hadn’t yet caught up with who this man was. It was because he had totally forgotten that, years ago, they had rented an unwanted vegetable market, and after renting, they had never visited it. As time passed, he forgotten all about it. Had it not been for today’s visit, he might never have recalled that they once spent a significant amount of money there.
"I have something I want to discuss with you," the factory manager wasn’t sure where to start, but decided not to beat around the bush and spoke candidly.
"A foreign company has been introduced to the city, planning to build a commercial skyscraper here. We have already signed a contract with the city council and the foreign company. The location is right at our factory, and all the paperwork is complete, except for the vegetable market you contracted for back then. How about this: we nullify that contract, and I’ll refund the five thousand yuan you initially paid, plus an additional compensation of three thousand yuan. What do you think?"
Turning five thousand into eight thousand, just five or six years later, gaining three thousand – it’s like a pie falling from the sky; only fools would refuse.
But sorry, in Qin Xiangnuan’s case, it’s only fools who would agree.
Of course, she wouldn’t be the fool, nor could she afford to be that fool.
"Ahem..." Seeing that Qin Xiangyang and his sister remained silent, the factory manager quickly coughed, "What do you think?"
Qin Xiangyang glanced at his sister. He totally agreed; an additional eight thousand making almost ten thousand yuan – that’s a lot of money. However, since his sister hadn’t spoken, he just held back as she had instructed him before they arrived.
He only needed to sit there and keep silent.
Qin Xiangnuan placed her fingers on the table, gently moving them. Her hand, now free from chilblains, looked especially slender and beautiful, the skin delicate with the complexion befitting a girl of her age. She withdrew her hand and placed it tightly back on her knee, looked up, and slightly squinted her eyes, her long eyelashes somewhat shielding her eyes that shone like glimmering beads.
"Uncle, we only want the vegetable market," Qin Xiangnuan stated seriously, her tone leaving no room for anyone to think she was joking.
She cast her eyes down, "We don’t even care about the three thousand yuan. I want that market, as the contract still has fifteen years left. Uncle just ask the foreign investors to wait another fifteen years."
The factory manager stood up abruptly, probably intending to scold them, but seeing they were just two young adults, he reluctantly settled back into his seat.
He leaned his hands on the table, lowering his voice with a bit of gritted teeth.
"What do you two know? Do you think it’s so easy to introduce foreign investment, that it’s just a matter of saying it? That foreign company is planning to build a big building here, which will solve employment problems for many people later; this is something we can’t even find in the whole Wen City if we were searching with a lantern. You’re both students, right? Hasn’t your teacher taught you not to be too selfish, but to overlook minor personal interests for greater good, putting public welfare before personal gains? To devote your life to the future of socialism?"