On the living room couch, Lin Fan, cigarette dangling from his lips, watched Chen Jiayi with keen interest. Her intelligent eyes brimmed with wisdom.
"You first need to understand the process of bidding and the meaning of the base bid to understand how to ascertain the stakes involved."
The learned Chen Jiayi, a finance major graduate of high caliber, would have been at least a senior executive in some financial company had she not married the former mayor, Hou Changyao. Thus, she was well-versed in matters of tenders and bids.
During the last investment meeting, she had outlined the relevant development permissions and planning. Every attendee also received a corresponding development project. If interested in a particular project, one naturally hires a professional accountant afterward to calculate related costs and then, including the profit margin, participates in bidding for the project.
To prevent companies from underestimating or maliciously lowering their bids, the government also hires accountants to calculate the overall project costs. For instance, if a tunnel project, after government estimation, costs fifty million, this figure sets the threshold. Any company bidding below this cost would be automatically disqualified.
Thus, each company strategizes to calculate the development project’s costs and gains to bring their bids as close as possible to the base price. The company whose bid is closest to the base price would naturally win the bid.
"By bundling construction projects and tourism development, there opens considerable scope for manipulation. If you can secure the base bid, you essentially know the project’s expectations. Then you can simply add a portion of the cost on top of the base cost—a common practice among most companies—and what you refer to as profit is known in the industry as the brokerage fee."
Chen Jiayi, her legs parted, explained these mysteries while enjoying Zhao Jiaqi’s enthusiastic oral attentions. Her blushing face grew even rosier from the thrill.
"Is there a standard for the brokerage fee?"
Lin Fan, sitting opposite, listened intently to Chen Jiayi’s explanation, his right hand supporting Zhao Jiaqi’s lithe waist while launching assaults on her perky rear. The muddy garden emitted a comforting enveloping sensation and the sandwiched Zhao Jiaqi kept moaning—a toy for the two to indulge in, ignorant about these matters.
"The standard brokerage fee is generally five percent. This applies to both small and large projects."
While speaking, Chen Jiayi also arched her back, trying to allow Zhao Jiaqi’s tongue deeper access.
"Five percent... that means forty million for an eight hundred million project..."
Lin Fan, kneading Zhao Jiaqi’s plump buttocks, said, "As you mentioned earlier, had I been Zhu Defu, I would at least take thirty million."
"If you had someone managing this for you, and they handed you thirty million, would you be satisfied, or would you suspect they had taken more or had other tricks, losing your authority, would you accept such an answer?"
Chen Jiayi slowly laid down, and Zhao Jiaqi promptly climbed on top of her, taking in the voluptuousness of her bosom while the other hand grasped and kneaded the other side.
"Indeed, I wouldn’t be willing..."
Lin Fan’s fingers took charge of Chen Jiayi’s lower half, slipping into her now moist garden. The tight embrace intensified Chen Jiayi’s breathing.
"So... if it were you, how would you want others to behave... now you can behave that way!"
Chen Jiayi, her lips tightly pressed, dazedly looked at Lin Fan across from her, holding Zhao Jiaqi’s soft body, her emotions stirred, and with a double entendre, she flirtatiously smiled at Lin Fan.
"I see now, I think I understand."
Lin Fan smiled as he withdrew from Zhao Jiaqi’s body and then pulled Chen Jiayi’s warm body to him. As he penetrated into the already muddy area, Chen Jiayi immediately began moaning.
"I knew you were clever... only by taking the initiative can one achieve utter joy. Now, the next issue... is finding a reliable person for this big play, after all, when it comes to money, no evidence must be left... usual companies find it hard to provide that much cash flow immediately."
Feeling Lin Fan’s thrusts, Chen Jiayi passionately squeezed Zhao Jiaqi’s voluptuousness, their naked bodies overlapping, multiplying their pleasure.
"I already have someone in mind, and if nothing unexpected happens, we should be discussing these matters next week!"
Lin Fan’s relentless attacks on Chen Jiayi’s garden continued, his hands stimulating Zhao Jiaqi, who faced away, indulging in their most private gardens, listening to the distinct moans they emitted—something impossible to experience outside.
And the person he visualized was, of course, Ke Yunan from Provincial City, the best fit for handling this eight hundred million project.