father! "

Shang Yanyan bends her eyes and exclaimed Xi Zhanzhan, this is not difficult for her, after all, she was called that way in her freshman year.

"Yes."

Chen Hansheng nodded in satisfaction, and the atmosphere rose.

"Dad~"

Shang Yanyan cried out mischievously again: "Look, I dare to scream like this anytime, do you dare to agree?"

"Huh?...Ho ho, **** ho."

Chen Hansheng laughed dryly, of course he couldn't agree to it at will.

I haven't become a father yet, so I first became the godfather of a female classmate in the same class. If it is publicized, the BBS enthusiasm of the University of Finance and Economics in 2005 can be sustained only by this gossip.

"By the way, how is the business of your garment factory now?"

Chen Hansheng cleared his throat and changed the subject abruptly.

"Huh~"

Shang Yanyan saw Chen Hansheng shrink back, her face a little smug.

However, she was very interesting and didn't know how to make it. She smiled and said, "With your 2 million emergency rescue, my dad said it can last until the beginning of the spring next year. Maybe this industry winter has passed."

"That's good, you don't need to pass the postgraduate entrance examination for your grades, just go to help after graduation."

Chen Hansheng turned down the sound of the music a little, and now he has a desire to talk.

So, don't panic when you are embarrassed, and call "Dad" to warm up the scene.

"Not going."

Shang Yanyan shook her head: "I told you before that my dream in life is to open a coffee and flower shop, not to get married or fall in love, and to have two pets is enough. The only requirement is to stay close to you. I can help you with your children."

"Fuck, your idea hasn't changed."

Chen Hansheng smiled: "I will definitely hire a nanny in the future, where do I need your help."

"Last time, when you pulled me out of the KTV."

Shang Yanyan adjusted her posture, leaning her body, leaning her shoulders on the leather seat, and staring at Chen Hansheng with piercing eyes: "I have a stronger thought."

Chen Hansheng didn't reply, his eyes were fixed on the road ahead.

"Hey~"

Shang Yanyan never waited until Chen Hansheng turned her head, she said quietly: "When my dad's business stabilizes next year, I will borrow money to open a coffee and flower shop in Jiangling. You will also have a place to stay when discussing business in the future."

"Why bother."

After a while, Chen Hansheng said silently.

"I like it."

Shang Yanyan lowered her head, unconsciously pinched the thick silk stockings with her fingers and pulled it up, then loosened it "boom" and bounced it on her thigh.

At this time, a miracle occurred.

When talking about feelings just now, Chen Hansheng, who was like iron-hearted, turned his head and looked at the scene from the corner.

It seems to him that long legs are more attractive.

"Man, man."

Shang Yanyan couldn't laugh or cry. She might not have too much of Chen Hansheng's feelings, but her body might have a chance to have them.

"Does it look good?"

Shang Yanyan leaned back, straightened her legs and said, "Do you like it?"

"Hey, you just look down on me. We can meet the world."

Chen Hansheng sneered: "It's definitely not a man with his legs full of brains!"

As soon as this sentence was finished, the carriage suddenly became quiet.

After a while, Shang Yanyan said quietly, "I'm full of legs."

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Arrived at Qingpu District, Shanghai City at about 1 pm. The clothing base is still desolate. There is only one garment factory that is more lively, and that is Shang Yanyan's family.

The assembly line is already in operation, and it seems that 2 million workers are indeed effective when they move cloth in and out.

When Shang Furong greeted him at the door, he said to his wife "Tsk Tsk", "Last time it was Lexus, this time it was Land Rover. If it weren't for Yanyan to emphasize that Chen Hansheng was a self-made man, I really can't believe it."

"What's the use?"

Shang Furong's wife said, "He doesn't like Yanyan."

"Uncle Shang, Aunt Qiu."

After getting out of the car, Chen Hansheng greeted with a grin.

"Little Chen is here!"

Shang Furong regained his former temperament again, neatly oiled head and straight suit, with a crocodile leather bag in his armpit, bulging as if filled with hundred yuan bills, he looked like a rich man.

"Boss Shang is still handsome."

Chen Hansheng imitated the Shanghai city dialect: "From afar, it looks like Guo Fucheng's."

"Xiao Chen, don't tease me."

Shang Furong hugged Chen Hansheng's shoulders: "I have booked a box, and I wanted to show you a taste of our local boiled prawns."

"Uncle Shang, get some boxed lunches."

Chen Hansheng pointed to his watch: "Going to a restaurant to eat is too time-consuming. I have something to do in the evening. We have a lot of drinking opportunities."

"Then... OK."

Chen Hansheng helped so much that he didn't ask for a meal, and the old businessman was very sorry.

However, it was obvious that Chen Hansheng had something to do today, so he took Chen Hansheng to the place where the incident occurred and talked about the specific process as he walked.

It turned out that Shang Furong had quietly completed Chen Hansheng's entrustment, and it happened that many neighbors around him wanted to sell land, so he chose a well-feng shui, relatively complete round land for negotiation.

Chen Hansheng is also quite satisfied. Feng Shui is one aspect, it is not far from the road, and traffic and transportation are relatively convenient.

There are four households living on this piece of land. The first three households are all very well discussed, paying money, signing agreements, moving, and leaving. For the sake of neighbors for many years, neither of them has moths.

They didn't know that there was a problem with the fourth household. They saw that Shang Furong was so anxious to buy land, thinking that the strange goods could be sold, and suddenly they disagreed with the previously negotiated price of 3 million.

"The location of this house is the most important thing."

Shang Furong drew a circle with his hands: "Their house is in the middle position. If you don't move out, the original solid circle will become a hollow circle. If it affects Feng Shui, you can't open a factory here."

"What is the asking price for this household?" Chen Hansheng asked.

"10 million."

Shang Furong was angry when he thought of it: "The price has been negotiated and he doesn't recognize it. This is a stalemate!"

"What about the village committee, what do you say over there?"

Chen Hansheng needs to know the attitude of officials.

"Of course the village committee also helped persuade."

Shang Furong said: "The village committee has a commission for every piece of land sold, so the procedures are faster."

Chen Hansheng nodded, and when he was talking, a group of people had already come to the land.

Sure enough, the other three households were empty, and only the middle household was cooking with smoke.

"Fuck it."

Chen Hansheng circled the land, raised his head and smiled: "This is really the most important one, it's a bit difficult to deal with."

"Really difficult."

Shang Furong pushed the door in. A middle-aged woman was washing vegetables under the faucet. When she saw Shang Furong, she shouted at the hall: "Dead head, come out, the old businessman is here again."

The door curtain opened, and two men walked out from inside. The middle-aged man was short, bald and Mediterranean, and his forehead was greasy.

The other should be his son, who has fluffy hair and just woke up. After seeing Shang Yanyan, his eyes went to other people's house.

"Old Xie."

Shang Furong did not introduce Chen Hansheng, but said seriously: "Today you will give the final reserve price, the lowest one."

The bald middle-aged man looked at Chen Hansheng, his eyes turned quickly, revealing a sense of wit.

It is impossible for Shang Furong to buy so much land. Obviously he has become a "white glove" for others. It seems that this young man is the buyer behind the scenes, so the old businessmen will emphasize the reserve price.

"The reserve price~"

This bald middle-aged man named "Lao Xie" picked up the porcelain cup, took a sip comfortably, and said without haste: "9.9 million, this is the reserve price."

"Fuck you at 13 o'clock, it's 100,000 less?"

Shang Furong was furious.

The old businessman is a business man, he can eat, drink, play, and bet on everything, and his temperament is also exuding. This anger really scared the bald middle-aged man.

"In short, this is the price."

The bald middle-aged man remembered that it was a society under the rule of law, and settled down a little bit. He looked at Chen Hansheng and said, "9.9 million. It is impossible to lose a penny."

He knew that Chen Hansheng was the real buyer and was not worth angering Shang Furong.

"Damn, you're an immortal, you jump quite high."

Chen Hansheng smiled, and directly said that this family was squandering money in immortals.

The bald middle-aged man is not angry either. If this piece of land is really sold for 9.9 million, it doesn't matter whether it is damaged or beaten twice.

"When doing business, everyone pays attention to the actual price. Others are 3 million, and you want 9 million. This is not what you really want to sell."

Chen Hansheng took out the cigarettes and scattered them, including the bald middle-aged man and his soft son who got one.

"You can sell it, but at the price I said."

The bald middle-aged man smoked a cigarette "click, click".

"9.9 million is impossible."

Chen Hansheng held up two fingers: "Well, let me add this number to you."

"2 million?"

Bald middle-aged people count only 5 million, which is far from qualified.

"Han Sheng."

Shang Furong hurriedly grabbed Chen Hansheng, adding a premium of 2 million yuan was too much and not worth it.

"Not 2 million, 200,000, 3.2 million to buy land." Chen Hansheng said.

"Hahaha~"

The bald middle-aged man seemed to hear a super big joke, and he even opened the curtain and shouted to his wife: "This little boy wants to buy land for 3.2 million. You say it is ridiculous!"

After he laughed heartily, he took another sip from his teacup and spit out the tea in his mouth with a "poof": "200,000, count as a hairy!"

"Don't be a rascal."

Chen Hansheng's eyebrows moved fiercely: "If 200,000 is not enough, I can talk about it. With your attitude, I will let you know that 200,000 can actually do a lot of things."

"Why, do you buy murder?"

The bald middle-aged man took out his PHS and tried to make a call: "Believe it or not, I will call the police immediately."

"casual."

Chen Hansheng threw the cigarette **** directly into the white porcelain cup of the bald middle-aged man, and immediately made a "sizzling" sound. He said indifferently: "Do you call the police that I pollute your cup of tea?"

After Chen Hansheng finished speaking, he went out directly~lightnovelpub.net~Shang Furong followed up and said: "Wait first, in any case, you are not in a hurry. Give me some time to work with him slowly."

"I'm not in a hurry, it doesn't matter if you wait a few years."

Chen Hansheng unbuttoned the down jacket and put his hands on his hips: "I just can't see such a fool."

"Everyone has it. Suddenly millions of windfalls fell on their heads, and the mentality is normal." Shang Furong comforted.

"I can't take it back."

Chen Hansheng thought for a while and said, "Does Uncle Shang know the construction team?"

Shang Furong nodded: "Yes."

"Then please bring me some forklifts, I want to level it!"

Chen Hansheng said loudly.

"Hello, 110?"

When the bald middle-aged man heard this, he immediately called the police: "Someone is going to scrape my house..."

Shang Furong is also discouraging: "Don't be arrogant, this is illegal."

"What's breaking the law?"

Chen Hansheng sneered: "I'm breaking the law when shoveling my own things. First, shovel out the three outside households, leaving only this one."

"What?"

The bald middle-aged man was stunned when he heard that.

"I'm a bastard, a lot of time can be consumed."

Chen Hansheng smiled at the bald middle-aged man: "I can say a few ways at random, just ask if you are afraid."

"Be gentle, I'll build a pigpen to surround your house and make you alive and stinking."

"Be stricter. Build a high wall along your yard. If you can see the sun in the future, then I will lose."

"The last one, I changed this into a cemetery so that you can see the grave when you go out!"

Chen Hansheng gave a savage sip: "You play a rogue with me, are you qualified?"

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(End of this chapter)

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