Once they loosened their stance, the three families quickly agreed to sell their houses and promised not to disclose the price.
“Boss, looks like you’re planning something big, huh?”
While signing the contract, one of the homeowners’ wives asked the staff with a cheerful smile.
The staff member didn’t look as formal as usual, no longer in a shirt, black skirt, and high heels like an insurance salesperson. Instead, she was dressed casually, her appearance giving no clue as to her role.
She looked like a small business owner.
Because of this, the homeowner’s wife politely referred to her as “Boss.”
After all, buying three houses in one go certainly wasn’t for personal living—perhaps it was part of a big business deal.
However, the homeowner’s wife thought that they had only bought her house and the neighboring two. Little did she know, the entire Qingtong Street had already become theirs.
This was one of Jiang Fuyue’s strategies: breaking down the task into small parts and defeating them one by one.
Whether it was deception or persuasion, the goal was the same—don’t let the homeowners gather together and discuss the sale!
They needed to make them believe that they were only interested in their particular house!
Fortunately, most of these homeowners didn’t live on Qingtong Street. The houses were either vacant or rented out, and the neighbors weren’t very friendly. Some didn’t even recognize each other.
This gave them the opportunity to pull off this deception.
If it had been a tight-knit neighborhood with good relations, word would have spread like wildfire by the next evening about so many houses being sold at once.
The staff smiled: “What big plans? It’s just that the traffic here is convenient, easy access to the city and the farmer’s market. We thought we’d do a small business.”
The homeowner’s wife didn’t believe it, but she didn’t press further. Instead, her eyes gleamed as she focused on the contract—
Finally, she could buy her son a decent wedding house in the city center!
Thus, all the old properties on Qingtong Street, including the old storefronts on the first floor, were acquired.
It took exactly one week.
Yi Hansheng hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly; he almost dropped his phone when he received the news.
Ling Qingzhou remained silent for a long time. “…This efficiency… no wonder it’s her.”
Meanwhile, Yufeng Real Estate officially began operations, with an office and staff fully in place.
It didn’t look like a newly formed company at all. Its operation model was streamlined, bringing with it speed and efficiency.
The old properties on Qingtong Street were officially registered under Yufeng Real Estate, becoming part of the company’s fixed assets.
As for the tenants, as long as they were willing, the company would let them renew their leases at the original price.
On the surface, everything on Qingtong Street appeared calm.
Little did anyone know, beneath that calm facade, all the houses and shops had already changed owners.
Now, they were just waiting for the Lou family to make a move…
In the center of the capital, CBD.
A uniquely designed high-rise stood tall under the setting sun. The words “Luo Group” were prominently displayed.
Executive floor.
Fang Ye had just come out of a meeting when his secretary, who had been waiting nearby, caught up to him and reported, “Manager He is already waiting in your office lounge.”
Fang Ye glanced at his watch. “How long?”
“Fifteen minutes.”
“I’ll head there now. Bring in two cups of coffee.”
“Yes, sir.”
As soon as the office door was pushed open, the man who had been sitting on the sofa got up in sync. “Chief Fang.”
“Little He, have a seat—no need to be so formal. I just came from an emergency board meeting. Sorry to keep you waiting.”
“Chief Fang, there’s no need for apologies.”
He was one of Fang Ye’s most trusted people, and naturally their relationship was anything but ordinary.
Soon, the secretary brought in the coffee.
The two chatted casually for a bit before Fang Ye set down his cup and said, “Little He, you’ve been working with me for five or six years now. It wasn’t easy for me to get you promoted to project manager—so make sure you hold on to that seat well!”
Manager He smiled, though inside he was quietly sweating. “Of course. But ever since I took over, while we’ve had steady work, we haven’t seen any major projects. A dancer needs a stage to perform, right?”
Fang Ye smiled faintly. “Well, here’s your chance.”
Manager He’s eyes lit up. “I’ll give it everything I’ve got!”
“Start assembling a temporary project team immediately… Go to Linhuai. You’ll have six hundred million in funds at your disposal… Make sure we acquire Qingtong Street.”
Manager He, who oversaw the entire project department and had just stepped into the company’s upper ranks, had never even heard that the Luo Group had plans in Linhuai. He was shocked, suspicious—and incredibly curious.
When Fang Ye pointed to a map and explained the purpose of the construction site surrounding Qingtong Street, Manager He was deeply shaken—
This plan couldn’t have come together in less than ten years. But ten years? The economy changes, markets shift, consumer behavior, national policies—all constantly evolving. So how could someone make such forward-looking decisions a decade in advance, and have them turn out exactly right?
Whoever laid out this plan must be terrifyingly brilliant.
“Who was it?”
A sudden blankness clouded Fang Ye’s eyes, as though he were lost in a memory from long ago—yet within the fog, he couldn’t quite see the person’s face.
Twenty years.
Twenty whole years.
Now, he could go anywhere in this building at will—including her old office—but he still didn’t have the courage to step close.
“Chief Fang? Chief Fang?!”
Manager He’s voice pulled his drifting thoughts back to reality.
Fang Ye murmured, “She was… a woman of astonishing talent.”
What a pity—beauty is so often ill-fated.
