"What do you agree to?" Director Wu didn't understand the point of what Zhu Tong said at all. They were all insinuations. How should he express his position?
"It seems that it's my fault. I shouldn't have played the harp to a cow; some people are so kind that ghosts and gods don't recognize oil and salt. It can't be done with just a few words. Director Wu is short on time, so I will make some reports as soon as possible. Yes,
I want to report to you about real estate. The housing prices in Shanghai are so damn high. I took one million and some people said I couldn’t buy any house. This amount of money may not seem like much to you, but there are tens of millions of people in Shanghai.
Most people will never earn so much money in their lifetime, so should they sleep on the street? As an official, what do you think of this issue?"
Director Wu was stunned again, and then said coldly after careful consideration: "Now is a market economy, everything is driven by demand, and housing prices are high for a reason."
"Well said, market economy, but what exactly is a market economy? You don't care, I don't care, I don't decide if you don't decide. Is the market controlled and decided by ghosts? It sounds fair to let the market decide.
. Damn it, you are a fool who is fooled by bachelors. Is there any market in the world that is not controlled by a few people?"
"I said, this has nothing to do with me."
"It doesn't matter, you are a ghost." Zhu Tong's face instantly changed from relaxed to indifferent, and he stretched out his hand to light the sky; "God is above, I hope it's retribution, but the sky doesn't have eyes, it's raining when the sun should be shining.
, please don’t allow me to be so presumptuous as to take off the ghost mask of the dancing god.”
Director Wu suddenly stood up and walked towards the door. Zhu Tong continued: "As long as you can go out, you have to think about the consequences; if you can speculate in real estate, I can speculate in people, and make your Director Wu's family become a dazzling and lucky person.
It doesn’t take much time for a real estate speculator to do it.”
"Real estate speculation? Tell me, what do you mean?" Director Wu was still restraining himself, but he didn't dare to leave.
"What I mean is very clear. If Director Wu continues to pretend to be confused, please leave. Within four hours from the time you walk out of this door, Director Wu's shrewdness will be spread throughout China. Let everyone see how you do it."
I started with a house worth 300,000 yuan, and in three years, I made 23 forehands and earned a three-story building worth 50 million yuan, as well as a large amount of savings."
"I have not speculated in real estate. Even if I have, it is reasonable and legal. The increase in housing prices in Shanghai is caused by speculation by the Wenzhou consortium and by Shanghai citizens------"
"Only children will believe your lies. Shanghai is not Wenzhou. How capable are they to speculate on such a big deal? For example, your wise Director Wu made 200,000 yuan in real estate speculation for the first time. In the future, he will always be able to
If you get a house at a very cheap price, you can make a profit of hundreds of thousands or millions if you resell it. The fastest time is only three days, even the transfer is saved. Are there such fools in the world? Buy a house at a high price.
Sell it to you at a low price, and someone will immediately buy it back at a high price. How many times has the housing price in Shanghai increased? It should be a miracle that you can turn 300,000 to 50 million 160 times, and that’s not even counting.
Where is your savings? Maybe I should go to the big world to apply for the Guinness record for you, Director Wu. That is a great opportunity to show your face. You are about to retire and want to continue dancing. I guess no one will watch it. Ha, you can teach others.
No matter how you speculate in real estate, you can also make money by giving speeches.”
"You---you are talking nonsense and spouting nonsense. Where does our family have so much real estate?" Director Wu came back tremblingly, his face flushed.
"Don't insult my wisdom, and don't think that the Chinese are all fools." Zhu Tong looked at him coldly. Looking at the official who was about to fall at his feet, he felt the urge to continue humiliating him; but reason told him
, this old man cannot bear too much stimulation, and it may cost his life, so it is not worth it.
"Wu Xurong, female, fifty-six years old, your sister, the real estate owner of Yunzhu Hotel. May I ask: How qualified and capable is she to earn a real estate worth 50 million? In the past thirty years, she has been
I have never sold needles, and now I have been laid off at home. Also, Wu Xurong has never been married in his life, and his social relations are as simple as this glass of water. His only relative is your brother. In the past two years, the boss of Chengcheng Property Management
She has been buying and selling houses in her name; where was the Yunzhu Hotel before? Director Wu, it should be a school, right? It was you who took the decision to move a school to the suburbs; and on that piece of Feng Shui treasure land, a business will be built soon.
Living in a building. I have done some research and found that the starting price for a unit of the same size as the one next to the Yunzhu Hotel is 37 million, but your sister only paid for it with 18 million. She is really lucky.
You don’t have to fall down to sit on top of the golden mountain. There’s nothing fishy about it, right? I don’t know, but someone should investigate.”
Director Wu gasped weakly and slumped down on the sofa; he folded his hands on his chest and his face turned purple.
"Yang Manna, female, 28 years old, owner of Yunzhu Hotel; may I ask, what qualifications does she have to let the decoration company decorate such a large hotel for her free of charge? So impressive! The upper and lower floors are splendid. How can she decorate such a luxurious hotel?
It also costs more than 10 million, right? Yang Manna is just a teacher, yes, a music teacher, and she sings well. How much salary can she make every month? Director Wu, can she open the Yunzhu Hotel without the help of noble people?
You look good today, and you must have had a great time last night. Do you need a photo? Let us see how your uncle takes care of the lovely Miss Yangmanna."
Zhu Tong threw a stack of photos at Director Wu and spat contemptuously: "Everyone who dances with great gods knows how to respect ghosts and gods, but you are a master who will never look back until he sees the coffin! I stripped you naked for everyone to see, and you are just a crappy pig-headed three."
.Sending these to the media, reporters, the Commission for Discipline Inspection, and the Procuratorate may not have any effect. But do you have no enemies? If you spread these on the Internet, someone will pick up this stone and smash it down.
It is no longer the throne of a dean. You are old and have no strength. Someone will be interested. Dean Wang can go abroad at any time. If he holds a press conference overseas and says that he was forced to leave by a corrupt official, then
This is big news; may I ask, can Director Wu still be so cool?"
This time he spoke happily. Zhu Tong took a sip of water and let out a long sigh of relief.
Director Wu was foaming at the mouth, struggling and mumbling: "No, I--don't want anything anymore, please call the doctor, help---save--- my life."
It seemed that he had finally hit his opponent's vital point, but it was too serious. Director Wu was so stimulated that his life was obviously in danger. Well, it was a heart attack.
The little liar forced himself to calm down, poured a glass of water and sent it over: "Don't worry, is there any medicine? You have to be careful when you are old. If you don't take care of your body, do you have to take care of it? I'm sorry, look at my mouth,
I'll make a call right now; don't worry, this is the hospital, the doctor will be here soon, and you can't die even if you want to."
The silver needle slipped out. Zhu Tong endured his disgust at the pile of meat, used the spirit of humanitarianism to tear open Director Wu's clothes, inserted the needle into the Tanzhong point on his chest, and pressed it to relax his tight muscles.
Picked up the phone and called: "Is it an emergency? This is the dean's office. Send the best doctor over as soon as possible. Director Wu is sick. What is the disease? It seems to be a sudden attack on the heart. Ah, according to Western medicine, it is a heart disease. Quick, please trouble you.
Notify the Cardiovascular Department and ask their director to come as soon as possible. Director Wu is here to inspect the work. It doesn’t look good to be sacrificed here. After all, we are also a hospital------." The other party knew the seriousness and did not wait for the little liar to say
Then he hung up the phone, which made him a little dissatisfied.
Zhu Tong was also afraid of losing his life. He only had a short time to obtain the information and did not have time to analyze it carefully. He only briefly checked a few of the transactions and found out that the names of the transaction persons were brothers or relatives. But he did not expect Director Wu to be so fragile.
Got a heart attack.
"What do you need? A house? An official?"
"You got sick so early that I lost five million? Damn it, I don't like haunted houses. I just want Wang Juefei to be safe."
"Okay, okay, definitely, definitely."
"I warned you, you have no right to be noble. You brought this on yourself. The doctor will be here soon. I will call your son over. You should understand what to do."
Director Wu felt better physically, his breathing gradually became normal, but his spirit became more decadent. He nodded helplessly and agreed to the deal.
Zhu Tong took out the silver needle and pricked the Shaoyang meridian in his hand a few times: "That's right, I won't charge you tax this time."
"What? Tax collection?" Director Wu asked weakly.
Now, for the little liar, receiving or not receiving money is a trivial matter, the most important thing is to feel comfortable; this moment is the happiest moment of the little liar's week in Shanghai.
"Director Wu, you must remember that I saved your life, which means that I am your savior. You must be kind and please take care of me in the future." After Zhu Tong finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the door; "I'll go.
Find your son, you should have something to say to him."
Wang Juefei's secretary, Ms. Chen, was also uneasy. She could hear faint sounds coming from inside. The door suddenly opened, and young Deputy Director Li came out, smiling and picking up the water glass in front of her: "Director Wu is not feeling well, you
Take care of me first, the doctor will be here soon."
"Yes." Miss Chen hurriedly ran in, not forgetting to give Deputy Director Li a sweet smile. It is said that he will be the assistant to the dean.
In the conference room, Wang Juefei and Ouyang Fan were talking softly, while Wu Tianjing and Assistant Xu stood together, both worried about what was happening on the opposite side.
"Go, Director Wu is sick." Zhu Tong opened the door and walked in.
The four people in the conference room all ran towards the dean's office, and Zhu Tong stepped out of the way.
In the dean's office, Director Wu pointed at his son Wu Tianjing: "You'd better wait a few more years, and this appointment will be invalidated."
After saying that, Director Wu passed out, and he didn't know whether he was really in a coma or not.
There was the sound of running in the corridor, and at least twenty people in white were running over carrying large bags and small boxes, holding oxygen bags, universe circles and other treasures.
Zhu Tong gave way to most of the people and grabbed Dr. Wu: "I have a heart disease, why are you, a surgeon, joining in the fun?"
"No, the director asked us all to come, saying that an important leader is sick."
"He can't die." Zhu Tong pulled Dr. Wu into his office; "Come, my place is clean, let's have a good chat."
Doctor Wu was helpless. It was a mess outside. How could the deputy director of the dean's office in front of him be so peaceful?