When Jiang Chiyu walked into the land owner’s home, the first thing she saw wasn’t a man with a beer belly and a smile so wide his eyes vanished; it was the man sitting across from him.
The middle-aged man had an incredibly stern expression. Even though he was the guest, he carried himself with an air of authority as if he were the master of the house.
Jiang Chiyu sized him up for a few moments before speaking to Chen Mo without lowering her voice at all. “Is this the boss of Hengfa?”
Unsure of what Jiang Chiyu was planning, Chen Mo could only force a smile and nod. “Yes, this is the CEO of Hengfa, Pei Su.”
Although he was terrified of the Young Master’s uncle deep down, he knew he couldn’t let their side lose momentum now. He had to hold his ground verbally.
“Oh, so it’s my husband’s uncle? Doesn’t look like it—he’s way uglier.”
Jiang Chiyu let out a casual sigh. Although she lowered her voice toward the end, Pei Su definitely heard her. Yes, Pei Su definitely heard it.
Realizing this, Chen Mo felt the hair on the back of his neck stand up, terrified that Pei Su would kill him in the next second.
If you want to act, then act, but do you have to screw me over like this? You’re going to get me killed!
If he could, Chen Mo wanted to call Pei Jinnian right now and tell him to come back and deal with Jiang Chiyu; he simply couldn’t take it anymore. Working by Jiang Chiyu’s side gave him a constant sense of déjà vu—specifically, the feeling that his life might end at any moment.
“Hello, I am the representative of Hengchuang Group here to discuss the acquisition of the land on the east side of Lishui Town. I assume you are free right now?”
Jiang Chiyu extended her hand politely and gave a slight bow to show her sincerity. However, the other man seemed hesitant to shake her hand with Pei Su present. His beady eyes darted back and forth between Jiang Chiyu and Pei Su, and his half-raised hand didn’t dare reach out.
Clearly, he was the one who should have the final say here, yet he cowered under Pei Su’s intimidating presence.
Fortunately, Jiang Chiyu didn’t mind such minor details. Seeing that “Mr. Beady-Eyes” looked conflicted, she proactively withdrew her hand. “I assume you haven’t agreed to this gentleman’s purchase request yet?”
Jiang Chiyu took the initiative to find a seat, landing right next to Pei Su. As she sat down, she even flashed him a provocative smile. Watching her, Chen Mo broke into a cold sweat over and over, fearing that Pei Su would find her too insolent and kill her on the spot.
“I presume this is the newly appointed Chairwoman of Hengchuang? So young—you must be a very capable lady.”
Pei Su turned his head slightly to meet Jiang Chiyu’s gaze. His expression softened marginally, making it impossible to tell if he was being sarcastic or sincere.
Of course, Jiang Chiyu knew. This man was trying to get under her skin.
“So you noticed. But I still can’t compare to you… staying so vigorous at your old age. Truly impressive.”
For some reason, the two of them had suddenly started bickering like elementary schoolers. After one remark, Pei Su lost interest in continuing. He withdrew his gaze from Jiang Chiyu and looked at the fat man in front of him, his tone cold. “I wonder what Secretary Lin thinks of what I just said?”
He emphasized the word “Secretary,” as if reminding the man of something.
Not only did Jiang Chiyu notice this, but Chen Mo also observed Lin Wu’s unnatural expression. He looked as if he had suddenly been forced to swallow a mouthful of ants—unable to gulp them down, yet forced to keep them in.
“What kind of conditions did Hengfa offer? Why don’t you tell us about it?”
Jiang Chiyu was sitting in a lounge chair, likely the one Lin Wu used for his daily rests. It was a bit too large for her, so she only occupied half the seat, propping her chin up with one hand. Her beautiful eyes fixed on Lin Wu as she waited quietly for him to answer.
Caught between the stern, unsmiling “Tiger” Pei Su and the heavenly beauty representing Hengchuang, Lin Wu swallowed hard several times before finally speaking. “Pei… If Hengchuang wants to know the conditions Hengfa offered, I will naturally tell you.”
Saying this, he gave a light cough and tilted his head slightly toward Jiang Chiyu. It wasn’t because he was lusting after her beauty, but because Pei Su’s glares were making him extremely uncomfortable.
“Hengfa’s offer is 4,500 per square meter for a total of 10,000 square meters of land, plus 1% of Hengfa’s shares, which are currently valued at ten million.”
Shares plus cash, totaling fifty-five million—but the plot was only 10,000 square meters. Didn’t Pei Jinnian intend to purchase a total of 20,000 square meters? Where was the other 10,000?
The confusion was written all over Jiang Chiyu’s face. Seeing this, Lin Wu chuckled. “I know you both certainly want to buy more than just my 10,000 square meters, but this is all I have. The rest… the rest isn’t with me.”
This meant he only owned this much, and it was impossible to get more from him. Then…
“Chen Mo, come here for a second.”
Jiang Chiyu suddenly called out, lifting her free hand.
Confused, Chen Mo stepped forward anyway and stood at Jiang Chiyu’s side, bowing his head slightly. “What is it?”
Jiang Chiyu didn’t speak. Instead, she took out her worn-out phone and typed a line of text into the memo app. Her fingers moved quickly, and in just a few moments, a small line of black text appeared on the screen.
This line of text was the primary reason she had called Chen Mo over. Gripping the phone with three fingers, she held it out to him, gesturing for him to read.
Though he didn’t understand what Jiang Chiyu was up to this time, Chen Mo leaned in to look at the screen. The text was short: Are you sure the land Pei Jinnian wanted to buy belongs to this person?
The person who typed this, perhaps fearing he wouldn’t know where the focus lay, had even underlined the name “<u>Pei Jinnian</u>.”
The implication of emphasizing his name was clear: Jiang Chiyu felt that the land Pei Jinnian wanted to buy likely wasn’t this man’s.
This man only owned 10,000 square meters, whereas Pei Jinnian wanted to acquire a full 20,000. The man had even stated plainly that if they wanted more, they would have to find other sellers. This was a clear sign that there were others who could sell to them.
So, where was this man’s advantage? Was it because he was fat? Obviously not. Or was it because other people’s plots were even smaller than his?
The moment this thought occurred to her, Jiang Chiyu felt an instant epiphany; everything suddenly became much clearer. If that was the case, it truly was possible.
“Hengfa’s conditions are simply too good. I’m almost embarrassed to mention the conditions my side is offering.”