Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Shake the Fox’s Tail
Chapter 242: Chapter 242: Shake the Fox’s Tail
Zizhu Community soon buzzed with news that two houses were reserved, and the atmosphere heated up in the hall.
Many customers who had initially planned to just feel out the situation clenched their teeth and made a deposit upon hearing the news.
After all, hesitating might mean missing out on the desired layout, or perhaps even losing a chance at a house altogether.
Seeing this, the property owner couldn’t help but smile from ear to ear.
The young man crossing his legs and sipping a soda through a straw, however, revealed a sly fox-like smile.
“Boss, what would happen if I decided to back out now?”
The smile on the boss’s face suddenly froze.
Back out? That would certainly crash the market.
If everyone present knew that these two major clients wanted to back out, they would definitely suspect something problematic with the houses.
They would certainly start withdrawing their reservations.
Not to mention what would happen once the news spread.
If outsiders heard that the Chairman of Yongle Group initially reserved two buildings but then backed out, who knows how much negative press would arise.
By then, even with government endorsement, it was likely that few would dare to buy.
After all, buying property was about following trends—only properties in popular demand were pursued.
The boss, tugging at the corner of his mouth, struggled to muster a smile as his voice became even lower.
“Master Zhou is joking, surely. Is there anything about our property that you find unsatisfactory?”
Zhou Leyong, watching his son’s expression, inwardly shed tears for the property owner.
Despite his young age, this kid was full of tricks—many of his father’s business rivals had fallen prey to this young fox.
Zhou Yiran took a sip of his soda, speaking calm and unhurriedly, “Nothing else really, just the price needs further consideration.”
As long as he wasn’t directly backing out, the boss’s heart eased somewhat, and he quickly made a promise.
“Director Zhou and Master Zhou, with your generous intent to purchase two buildings, I will certainly offer the largest discount possible.”
Zhou Yiran, pointing casually to the model around him, asked, “Are those two commercial streets for sale?”
The boss almost lost his breath, no longer underestimating the youth before him.
“Those are set aside for future businesses drawn by the government; I have no authority over them.”
Zhou Yiran, propping his chin, said nothing, his fingertip tapping lightly on the table twice.
This gesture, however, exerted immense pressure on the property owner.
In negotiations, silence can sometimes be a more powerful weapon than words.
Zhou Leyong, all smiles, intervened to smooth things over, “Although it’s overseen by the government, with Mr. Li being so capable, he surely has made some preparations, right?”
Mr. Li’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he cursed inwardly.
A case of the old fox breeding a young fox—if it isn’t a whole den of foxes.
Indeed, he had secured the most bustling row of shops due to his connections, planning to sell them at a high price once residents moved in and the area became lively.
Little did he know that his perfect plan would be interrupted by this father and son duo.
Seeing Mr. Li fall silent, Zhou Yiran wiped his mouth.
“This soda, orange-flavored, is quite tasty.”
“Let’s go, old man, don’t you have a meeting this afternoon? If we delay any longer, you might miss your flight.”
Zhou Leyong completely adopted an attitude of letting his son decide.
“You reminded me just in time. Oh, before we leave, let’s buy some Zhuan City specialties for your cousin; she called just yesterday whining for them.”
Zhou Yiran grimaced, showing his impatience.
“Just have your secretary buy something to appease her, don’t waste my time. Also, don’t leave the hotel phone number with those people at home anymore. Can’t shake them off, can we?”
What blasted cousin? As annoying as they come, does she really think she’s family?
To hell with that, the sister he acknowledged was only in his past life.
As the father and son duo casually chatted and walked out, Mr. Li could no longer stay seated; he quickly got up to block their path.
“Master Zhou, let’s discuss this patiently.”
“Two buildings, plus five shops, and I choose the locations.”
Zhou Yiran did not continue the pleasantries and stated his demands bluntly.
Mr. Li sighed heavily with resignation and nodded like someone putting up with injustice.
“Fine, but you need to sign the contract now.”
“Rest assured, Mr. Li, a man of your word; surely fortune will keep rolling in, and there’ll be plenty of opportunities for partnership in the future.”
Zhou Yiran tossed back his ponytail—a gesture that, when done by him, carried not a hint of femininity but rather a dash of flair.
To Mr. Li, however, what Zhou Yiran tossed wasn’t so much a ponytail as it was a fox’s tail!