463: What else can you give?

“You mean I won't lose money by investing in me?” Ziyong’s face was grim.

He had always sincerely lost money, but outsiders thought investing in him wouldn't result in losses!

This was the greatest insult to him.

Ziyong was very angry: “I tell you, I, Ziyong, am not a god; I am just a very ordinary person!”

“Not only will you lose money by investing in me, but you will also lose very badly, to the point of bankruptcy!”

To emphasize his point, Ziyong placed an eighteen-degree emphasis on the words 'to the point of bankruptcy'.

Hearing this, the middle-aged bosses became even more confident: “See, I told you President Qian is different from others!”

“Those who asked me to invest all emphasized that they wouldn't lose money.”

“But in the end, they took my blood, and somehow it was all gone, with nothing left!”

“President Qian, however, keeps emphasizing before investing that you will lose money by investing in him!”

“In my opinion, this is a responsible attitude from Ziyong!”

“To plan for defeat before planning for victory—this is the attitude and spirit for doing business and investing!”

“I originally only planned to buy one unit, but now I want to buy two!”

Ziyong was speechless.

What, I told you that you would lose money by investing in me.

And you, on the contrary, want to invest even more money?

Another middle-aged boss said: “It’s just twenty to thirty million, a small sum, I don’t care.”

“Investing has its ups and downs; that’s normal.”

“Since I decided to invest, I’ve already considered that I might lose!”

The others all looked at Ziyong.

They were waiting for Ziyong to speak.

Another boss said: “President Qian, I won’t make it difficult for you, and you don’t need to give us existing homes; just hand over the houses within half a year!”

“I can pay on the spot, in full!”

They knew that developers' funds were tight and they liked full payments.

Ziyong waved his hand: “No!”

“All houses of Feihuang Group are absolutely not allowed to be speculated!”

“Houses are for living, not for speculation—this is a principle!”

“As for the price of the houses…”

Amidst everyone’s anticipation, Ziyong spoke: “The price per square meter is 9222!”

Hearing this price, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The house prices of Feihuang Group were indeed higher than those of other projects.

Because Feihuang Group's houses were good.

The property management was also incomparable to other developments.

Previously, the price of Qinglin Home was very high, and Qinglin Home was high-rise, while Feihuang Community was multi-story.

In terms of living environment alone, Feihuang Community was better than Qinglin Home.

Ziyong said: “By the way, this price is for the actual area, not including the gifted area.”

“Same old rule, no common area, and balconies and such are not counted as area.”

“Decoration is also included.”

“However, currently only hard decoration has been done, and our Feihuang Group's houses also include soft decoration.”

“If you don’t want the soft decoration we provide, then we’ll refund one thousand yuan!”

“As for parking spaces, they are naturally free; each household gets two car parking spaces!”

“Hmm… other developers seem to be giving away deed tax, so we naturally should too.”

“Besides that, what else can we give away?”

Ziyong pondered.

“Enough! Enough!” The people below had wide-open mouths, especially those customers who had won a quota.

They were both eager and afraid that Feihuang Group would lose money if they kept giving away more.

“Oh, right, we can also give away property management fees!”

“Two years of property management fees!”

“One thousand yuan for electricity.”

“Five hundred for water.”

“Five hundred for gas.”

Ziyong still wanted to say give away eggs.

He thought, even giving away eggs wouldn't help him lose much money, so he gave up on that idea.

Hearing Ziyong giving away things as if money was no object, giving a little here and a little there, and all the gifts were very practical.

Everyone felt a little embarrassed.

Other developers gave things away because their houses were not selling well.

Feihuang Group's houses, whose prices were already very reasonable, not only included decoration, but the decoration even included hard and soft decoration.

They had already seen the decorated houses, and some people were even Feihuang Group workers, working on the construction site.

The quality of the houses was excellent, so good that the materials seemed to be free.

Throughout Han City, the building materials used by Feihuang Group were absolutely top-tier.

Not to mention fifty years, there would definitely be no problems for seventy years!

The materials used for construction were very good, the quality of the hard decoration was even higher, and Ziyong offered soft decoration as a gift.

If you don't accept the gift and want to decorate yourself, that's fine too, just get a thousand yuan refund!

This was too generous, excessively generous.

If it were other companies, with houses selling so well, would they still give things away?

You must be dreaming!

You would be the one giving things, stuffing red envelopes to the other party, to even have a chance to buy a house.

“It seems there’s nothing else to give away!” Ziyong thought for a moment, saw some eggs and oil below, and said, “Let’s distribute all these!”

“And don’t bother with the lottery anymore; those who just won a quota, just take a little something each!”

Ziyong did not stay here long, but went to the industrial park with Pang Chengye.

Feihuang Group’s industrial park was just opposite, built at the same time as the residential community.

The industrial park was very simple to build, not requiring overly solid foundations, and with a full-frame structure, the construction speed was extremely fast.

…

Ziyong and Pang Chengye left.

Feihuang Community’s marketing center was swamped, and all customers who bought houses paid their deposits as quickly as possible.

Many people felt it was not secure, so they paid the full amount directly.

The quotas could not be sold; if they could, they would have been bought by the big bosses from Shen City who were waiting there.

The big bosses were all unlucky; they didn't win a quota and could only sigh here.

The owners who bought houses came out of the marketing center, smiling so broadly they couldn't close their mouths.

The people around them looked on enviously.

A middle-aged man who didn't win a quota stood at the entrance of the marketing center, looking inside with envy.

He saw an acquaintance: “Old Zhang, you also came to Feihuang Community to buy a house?”

Seeing the other party's face full of joy, he tentatively asked: “Did you get one?”

Old Zhang laughed loudly: “Yes, I was lucky enough to win one!”

“And I was the second one drawn, so I have priority in choosing!”

Hearing that Old Zhang bought a house, he felt very unbalanced.

Old Zhang used to be from the same village as him, named Zhang Shugen. His wife died early, and his family was so poor that even rats would leave in shame.

He often went hungry in the past.

He had two sons, both over thirty, who still hadn't married.

He heard that they had been on many blind dates, but the girls refused because the family was too poor.

Later, somehow, they got very lucky, and both sons joined Feihuang.

After his two sons joined Feihuang, Zhang Shugen, through his sons’ introduction, became a vegetable washer at Feihuang Restaurant.

His two sons reportedly earned fifteen thousand after tax, and Zhang Shugen's salary also reached twelve thousand.

Someone who used to not even be able to afford food or cigarettes, by sheer luck, had managed to turn things around.

Now both his children were married.

The women heard that all three family members worked at Feihuang, and they didn't even ask for a bridal home, a car, or any betrothal gifts.

They just rented a house to get married, and the women were still overjoyed.

The girls were so beautiful!

If only they could marry his son!

His son was a bachelor, and he heard that he had been chasing a classmate at school for almost five years.