Capítulo 87: Chapter 87: No way, I'm just richer than you.
After Wang Liqun said these words, he felt a little uneasy. Zhou Chen's expected price was 400 million, but he only sold it for 250 million. If he gave Zhou Chen 200 million, he would only have 50 million left. By giving Zhou Chen 180 million, he could earn an extra 20 million. However, this seemed a bit unfair to Zhou Chen. Zhou Chen was silent for a moment, and then said with a smile, "You should not have sold it for 360 million, right?" He didn't think that Wang Liqun would buy the hotel for 36.6 million and then sell it to his younger sister at a price of 360 million. It was estimated to be less than 300 million. Wang Liqun asked directly, "Just tell me if 180 million is enough. If not, I'll give you 200 million. Anyway, I can also have a taste of some profit!" He thought very clearly. If it weren't for Zhou Chen forcing him to buy the Wangjiang Hotel, he wouldn't earn a penny. By selling the Wangjiang Hotel to his third sister at a low price, he had earned a favor. And by giving Zhou Chen 200 million out of the 250 million, he could still earn 50 million. "180 million is enough. It's very pleasant to cooperate with you!" Zhou Chen said with a smile. He was very satisfied with this price. He was just an 18-year-old freshman with no power, influence, background, or connections. While Wang Liqun was a billionaire who had been famous for a long time. But even if he had billions of wealth, he couldn't be indifferent in the face of several hundred million in funds. With his ability... he could completely embezzle this sum of money. But he didn't do so. Maybe it was to repay a kindness, or maybe it was for other reasons. But no matter what the reason was, Wang Liqun was a person worthy of deep friendship. Zhou Chen didn't ask for 200 million, and Wang Liqun couldn't help being moved. "Give me your bank account. Later, I'll ask my third sister to directly deposit the money into your account!" Zhou Chen sent his newly opened check account to Wang Liqun.
Next... Zhou Chen made a call to Song Yang. "Boss... The housing prices in Wangjiang District have already risen to 7,000. Should we continue to wait or sell quickly?" Song Yang answered the phone almost instantly, and his tone was very excited. "Let's wait a bit longer..." Zhou Chen said unhurriedly. "In these few days, it should be able to rise to 9,000. Wait until it exceeds 9,000 before selling!" The reason why housing prices are rising so fast is that those real estate developers have already started to act. However, this time the highest housing price can only reach 9,000. Later, it may even be suppressed to around 6,000. After finishing the call with Song Yang, Zhou Chen received several calls from unfamiliar numbers. These people were all real estate developers. They wanted to buy those nearly fifty sets of houses from Zhou Chen. Zhou Chen chatted with them about the price for a while. Their highest bid was up to 7,800 per square meter. Zhou Chen refused without even thinking. In fact, this housing price is already very high, comparable to that in Kyoto. But Zhou Chen, who is well aware of this wave of housing price increases, is not satisfied. After military training ended in the afternoon, Zhou Chen contacted Qi Yunfeng to pick him up. After returning to the dormitory and taking a shower, when he was about to wash his clothes, Yang Sen suddenly stopped Zhou Chen. "Brother Chen, let me wash your clothes for you from now on!" Yang Sen's eyes were burning hot, and looking at Zhou Chen was like looking at a beautiful woman. "This... Isn't it too good?" Zhou Chen's mouth twitched. He wondered if this guy had a problem with his sexual orientation.
Yang Sen directly snatched the bucket containing clothes from Zhou Chen's hand. "I started washing clothes at the age of five and doing housework at the age of eight. Brother Chen, just rest assured!" Zhou Chen said with a wry smile, "Tell me, how much do you charge?" Yang Sen's family conditions seemed to be a bit poor. The clothes on his body were mended over and over again, and that pair of sneakers didn't know how many years he had been wearing them. He often ran errands to buy snacks and charged fifty cents for running errands. Now that he wants to wash clothes for himself, it's obviously to earn money. Yang Sen grinned. "One yuan for summer clothes and two yuan for winter clothes!" Zhou Chen took out a handful of small change from his pocket and found a fifty-yuan bill and handed it to Yang Sen. "Here's fifty yuan. Wash my clothes for a month!" Zhou Chen admired Yang Sen very much for making money through his own labor. Yang Sen took the fifty yuan and took out a stack of small change from his pants pocket. "There are still about twenty days left this month. I'll give you thirty yuan back!" Zhou Chen smiled and pushed back the small change. "No need to give it back. You can wash it next month too!" "Thank you, Brother Chen!" Yang Sen's eyes were red, and then he picked up two buckets of clothes and walked towards the balcony. "Yang Sen, I also want a monthly package. Thirty yuan, okay?" Sun Dasheng, who was playing Tetris on the upper bunk, put down the game console and asked. "Sure, sure. Thank you, Young Master Sun!" Yang Sen quickly responded, as if afraid that Sun Dasheng would go back on his word. "Yang Sen, wash my clothes too. Wash mine for free today and I'll pay you starting tomorrow!" At this moment, Zheng Fei dragged out a piece of luggage from under the bed. Inside was a bag full of clothes. Since the start of school, he hasn't washed his clothes yet. The weather is still very hot. Even without exercising, it's easy to sweat all over. When Zheng Fei opened the luggage bag, a sour and stinky smell filled the air.
Yang Sen said with a smile all over his face: "Okay, I'll wash yours after I finish the ones in my hand." Zhou Chen glanced at Zheng Fei's bag of almost moldy clothes and said indifferently: "You must have at least five days' worth of clothes. There's no reason for someone to wash them for you for free."
"Yang Sen didn't say anything. Why do you care?" Zheng Fei glared angrily, looking as if he was about to hit someone.
Zhou Chen said to Yang Sen: "Yang Sen, don't take Zheng Fei's business. I'll give you an extra thirty yuan every month!"
Zheng Fei glared at Zhou Chen with a gloomy face and said: "Zhou Chen, are you deliberately making things difficult for me?"
Zhou Chen smiled casually: "No way, I'm just richer than you. If you have the ability, you can also give him sixty!"
"Sixty then sixty!"
"Yang Sen, I'll give you sixty every month. You today..."
"I'll give one hundred and twenty..." Zhou Chen folded his arms and interrupted Zheng Fei's words: "If you give one hundred and twenty, I won't bother with this matter anymore..."
Zheng Fei clenched his fists and stared fixedly at Zhou Chen who was much taller than him. If he couldn't beat Zhou Chen, he really wanted to slap him.
Zhou Chen curled his lips and said, "Isn't your dad very rich? Isn't your living expense several thousand? What's wrong with giving one hundred and twenty?"
Zheng Fei gritted his teeth and said, "One hundred and twenty is one hundred and twenty. If you have the ability, keep raising the price!"
Rather than give up without a fight. He can afford one hundred and twenty. If you have the ability, double it again!
Zhou Chen waved at Yang Sen: "Yang Sen, come here!"
Yang Sen walked over uneasily, looking nervous and said, "Brother Chen, Brother Fei!"
Zhou Chen took out another fifty-yuan bill and two ten-yuan bills. "Zheng Fei and I will give you one hundred and twenty. For other classmates, you still charge thirty!"
Yang Sen stared at the money Zhou Chen handed over in a daze: "Brother Chen... This..."
One hundred and twenty yuan is equivalent to almost half a month's living expenses for him. Are rich people all so extravagant?
Zheng Fei, not willing to admit defeat, gave Yang Sen one hundred and twenty: "Can you wash today's clothes for free now?"
"Ye... yes..."
Yang Sen responded dazedly. One hundred and twenty yuan is enough for him to wash for several months. What are just five days' worth of clothes?
A smile curved up at the corner of Zhou Chen's mouth. He turned and walked out of the dormitory.
Outside the school.
Qi Yunfeng was standing by the roadside smoking. When he saw Zhou Chen coming, he immediately threw away his cigarette and respectfully opened the rear door. Now Zhou Chen is a billionaire. He should be treated like the God of Wealth.
Zhou Chen got into the car and said, "Go to the Wangjiang Industrial and Commercial Sub-branch!" Qi Yunfeng returned to the driver's seat and drove.
Across the road.
Tian Xuemeng got out of a taxi. Looking at the departing black Mazda, she frowned slightly: "Is that Zhou Chen? Could I be mistaken?"
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