Fang Cheng is quite financially comfortable now.
The antiques consigned for sale through Xu Sanduo have successfully found buyers.
After deducting commission, 1.75 million was deposited into his bank account without any discrepancy.
The day before yesterday, he also had Xiao Shuai relay a message to Chen Chen, notifying him to prepare the final payment for the project.
As long as Chen Chen hasn’t lost his mind and dares to play any tricks on this matter.
A week later, the cash of 10 million can also be obtained smoothly.
So much money, naturally it can’t sit at home and grow mold.
It must be spent quickly and converted into safer assets.
As for how to explain the source of the money to his mother, Fang Cheng had already thought of an excuse.
When the time comes, have Xu Sanduo help forge a transaction certificate, saying he was lucky and stumbled upon an invaluable, heirloom antique.
Originally planned to send it to an auction, but a mysterious big boss took interest, insisted on acquiring it, and ultimately bought it for a sky-high price.
Anyway, his mother doesn’t understand the intricacies of antiques and calligraphy, so it’s easy to fool her.
Speaking of which, that "Pine Crane Longevity Painting" he just gave to his grandfather was casually taken from Xu Sanduo.
Yesterday, while strolling through his shop, Fang Cheng intended to be generous this time, spending over ten thousand on a famous artist’s painting as a housewarming gift for his grandfather.
But Xu Sanduo adamantly refused to take money, insisting that it’s his duty as the younger generation to gift it.
Calling grandfather, he sounded more affectionate than anyone.
He even seriously brought out the ledger, saying the shop originally had Fang Cheng’s 30% shares.
According to prior agreements, the first quarter dividends for this year are about to be settled.
If he hadn’t mentioned it, Fang Cheng would have almost forgotten.
After driving away those two Black Sect Lamas back then, facing Xu Sanduo’s eagerness to cling onto him.
Fang Cheng neither immediately agreed nor outright refused.
He just thought having an extra informant would be good for gathering information and had no intention of coveting the other’s business.
Now, his earnestness makes Fang Cheng somewhat troubled.
After several refusals, he couldn’t decline such sincere hospitality.
Eventually, Fang Cheng clarified his stance.
Xu Sanduo wanting to rely on him is fine, but in business, everything must be official.
Therefore, the commission for selling those antiques must be deducted in full, absolutely no ambiguity allowed.
Upon hearing this, Xu Sanduo seemed to take a pill of reassurance, eagerly nodded in agreement.
Fang Cheng gladly accepted the painting, and took the money from the antique consignment sale.
As for shares and dividends, he likewise did not refuse.
To put it bluntly, if you don’t take this money, others won’t feel at ease, and how can they serve you diligently?
If an upper echelon wants to manage subordinates, relying solely on emotional attachments and force isn’t enough.
A clear bond of interests is a solid tie that maintains long-term relationships.
As thoughts circulated.
Fang Cheng skillfully cooked while tallying up his current assets.
One apartment in Sea Sky Garden, worth 2.4 million.
Bank account, 1.92 million in savings.
Xu Sanduo’s antique shop’s first quarter dividends, estimated to be over 8 million.
Plus 10 million final payment for the project from Chen Chen’s side, total assets around 23 million.
With such financial strength, it should be enough to buy a small-sized villa in the Jiangnan District of East Capital.
Thinking of this, Fang Cheng couldn’t help but say to his mother nearby:
"Mom, if I get rich like Uncle, I’ll buy you a villa too, let you move in and become a wealthy lady."
Li Biyun, busy handling a live fish by the sink, replied without turning her head:
"What’s so good about living alone in such a big house? It’s so empty."
"During the day when you go to work, it’s just me in the house with no one to talk to; at night when sleeping, there’s not a sound to be heard, I can’t get used to it."
Fang Cheng couldn’t help but persuade:
"Mom, now that the family has money, we can’t continue living in the tubular building on Old Factory Street, can we?"
"If you truly earn big money, save it up for marriage expenses, find a pretty wife and have a few kids later."
Li Biyun, after gutting and washing the fish, remarked slightly reproachfully:
"As for me, maybe consider moving over then, help you raise the kids ( ), that way I won’t be lonely."
Fang Cheng initially wanted to retort a bit more, but was rendered speechless by his mother’s words.
Seeing her son’s astounded look, Li Biyun chuckled softly, her tone relaxed:
"Actually, living on Old Factory Street is quite nice, I’m used to it."
"Neighbors are seen all the time, when bored, I can chat or play cards with Aunty He, Auntie Li, if suddenly not seen one day, I really would feel a bit empty inside."
Fang Cheng’s heart moved slightly.
Given his mother’s contentment with life on Old Factory Street, maybe a change in approach is better.
For instance, buying that tubular building, letting her be the landlady.
This would not only solve the housing improvement issue but also keep her occupied without needing to work hard outside.
Since that bizarre murder case before New Year and the police locked down the building for days, many tenants have moved away.
As a rare move, the landlord also lowered the rent but still couldn’t reverse the decline, making the whole building much quieter than before.
If he could buy the entire building, he could open up several adjacent small units on the top floor, renovate and expand, creating a spacious flat with a broad view.
Despite being an old and run-down property, acquiring it absolutely wouldn’t be possible without tens of millions.