Chapter 226: Only My Unique Method Chapter 226: Jiangjing Service Area

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

On Christmas Eve, just as the people of Jiangning City were joyfully welcoming the holiday season, the Jiangning Municipal Government issued its final notice of the year regarding the organization of a "Crackdown on Pornography and Illegal Activities" special operation.

Yan Deputy Director's Public Security Brigade Investigation Team Four combed through every legitimate and illegitimate service outpost near Binjiang Road, rendering them completely unable to operate normally. Like a chicken market swept clean by weasels, there wasn't the slightest residue or waste left.

By rights, Jiangjing Modern Service Area was also a fine place developed over many years in Jiangning — not many clean ones, quite a few dirty ones, but its contribution was definitely enormous. The government had always developed it on the principle of control, and both sides cooperated very well.

Now, Yan Deputy Director, who had a face-to-face talk with Chen Yi for 30 minutes, was completely without sentiment. He did things strictly by the book, simply drawing the strictest line, investigating one by one; any place with the slightest error or omission had to be rooted out, while simultaneously enthusiastically inviting different brother departments to participate and intervene. For example, the Fire Squadron re-caught in one net the few merchants who had barely escaped — in this era, Jiangning's land is worth its weight in gold, few people are willing to leave 10% of a unit vacant, and the luxury renovation materials are all flammable, simply a guaranteed catch every time.

The occasional hotel or winery that evaded inspection, without the support of surrounding service industries, soon couldn't hold on either.

Police and fire inspectors going back and forth, even traffic police joining in as bystanders — second only to joint enforcement by tax and business registration authorities.

Right after New Year's Day, some merchants who couldn't take the pressure started sending gifts to Yan Deputy Director and Secretary Deng's homes, some even reaching Municipal Committee Secretary Sun's. Bird's nest, abalone, gold Buddhas, jade Guanyins — flowing as if they cost no money.

However, Chen Yi was just waiting to negotiate a purchase with Wang Hao, the man in charge of everyone at Jiangjing Service Area. The ferocity of his price-slashing was closely tied to the merchants' attitudes. Everyone with slightly hard connections knew Jiangjing Modern Service Area was the Chen Family Second Young Master's target; aside from cursing "nepotism" a couple of times, no one really rushed to resist.

The day for setting next year's rent was in sight; regardless of whether merchants could hold on, automatically and consciously cutting prices was inevitable. Most importantly, the merchants preparing to pay were all watching Wang Hao's negotiation. They were all businessmen — those with deep connections thought they knew what had happened, those with shallow connections sent gifts to watch the excitement, thinking to earn a few more months' money first, but whichever kind, all were waiting for Wang Hao's countermeasure.

If he had no countermeasure, couldn't handle Chen Yi, then what rent would they bother paying.

Neat and orderly resistance, plus all kinds of businesses suffering intentional or unintentional restrictions — Wang Hao finally witnessed Chen Yi's strength. As soon as the New Year holiday ended, he proactively asked to meet him.

This was a dignified man in his 50s, wearing a wool suit, embracing a female secretary, accompanied by a female driver, and a female company deputy manager.

Chen Yi took 10 minutes to understand: the enemy had surrendered, but the sugar-coated cannonballs kept firing.

Young men, easily tempted by female beauty — Wang Hao was making his last stand. Beautiful female secretary, beautiful female driver, beautiful PR manager — all pressing close to Chen Yi nonstop. Wang Hao watched with a hearty laugh, clearly leaving them for the picking.

"A merchant's baseness truly has no bottom line." Chen Yi watched the surging waves, the undulating bosoms; his heart stirred slightly, but looking at Wang Hao's face, he had zero interest.

He genuinely suspected that if he nodded, this bastard would send him away.

"Move aside a bit." Chen Yi pushed the pressing PR manager; carelessly, he pushed her on the chest.

The manager cried "Ai ya," excitedly pressing closer — who knew what benefits Wang Hao had promised.

Chen Yi "hu" stood up, putting on a proper gentleman act, and said: "Mr. Wang, what is the meaning of this?"

"A trifle, a trifle." Wang Han answered very interestingly.

Chen Yi pushed away the leather-clad female driver once more, laughed lightly, and said: "Speaking frankly, three women aren't worth this price."

"Mr. Chen speaks the truth; then you name a price."

"You name one." Chen Yi's tone was extremely affirmative.

He hadn't even eaten a Green Breath Berry.

This wasn't a meeting that would generate good feeling; he likewise hadn't pasted a Listening Scroll; this also wasn't a meeting that would have variables.

Overpowering with strength — even an ordinary Prince Party member, taking real gold and silver to buy Wang Hao's land, no one could find fault. Of course, the price definitely couldn't follow market rates.

Wang Hao sighed inwardly. He had actually sought many friends — some in Jiangning, some in Southeast Province, even some in the Central — but everyone, hearing it was "Chen Yi," said they couldn't help, blocking him back outright. Of course it wasn't that no one could truly handle him; just that no one would speak for him over a bit of cash, and he couldn't afford that price either.

"You name a price, I'm listening." Wang Hao said again.

"I'm just a silk-pants; don't mind me, I don't know prices, you say." Chen Yi said, waving his hand: "You all go out."

The three girls quietly withdrew, probably awed by his presence, not even getting a chance to ask Wang Hao.

Wang Hao is a businessman; starving absolutely won't happen, enduring humiliation is a must. After a moment, he said: "When I bought this land, it was 200 million; then I spent over two years building it, probably another few tens of millions; then over three years cultivating the market — honestly, there's sentiment……"

Talking sentiment means naming a price.

Chen Yi smiled: "Five years; the buildings are indeed old……"

Wang Hao stalled.

How much effort he spent to secure this land — 300 million foundation, painstakingly built its reputation, right at harvest season; if calculated in money, it would take 10x or 8x to satisfy him, even though in the next ten years he might not earn that much. But without 3 to 5 billion in cash, he definitely wouldn't sell to anyone…… Old buildings, venues renovated every two years, never grow old.

He thought, then went for a final gamble: "Mr. Chen is preparing to enter entertainment? I'm extremely familiar with this trade; if you're interested, I guarantee 100 million in dry shares annually."

This was his final bottom line — giving Chen Yi 100 million for free, securing his own interests, and avoiding others' exploitation. In Jiangning, the Chen Family brand works extremely well.

Unfortunately Chen Yi's purpose was fundamentally not to harvest fruit; he shook his head firmly.

"I have plenty of girls on my side, small stars too, non-stars you want to make into stars also works." Wang Hao said, thumping his chest: "In the future, whatever girl you fancy, just one photo, I'll get her for you within a month; simple ones, done in three days; then you do nothing, just lie in bed and collect women……"

Still pink sugar-coated cannonballs; these were all he could produce.

Chen Yi knew Wang Hao, relying on Jiangjing's series of entertainment institutions, had won over quite a few powerful figures, but these people, at this moment, would not step forward. Later, perhaps, some grudges might remain.

But he didn't care; heaven high, earth wide — Light Curtain and Light Gate, Magic Subway were more important; this place absolutely could not be lost.

He tapped the table: "300 million; I'll give you 100 million first, the remaining 200 million, we'll talk later."

Wang Hao, near despair, couldn't help saying: "That land is worth at least 800 million……"

"If you hadn't brought up those filthy things, we could still talk; that's it." Chen Yi waved, called someone, brought the contract over to sign.

The signatory was Fang Zhong, representing Jinsheng Company.

Chen Yi couldn't even be bothered to leave a name.

"100 million down payment, really too little……"

"I'll tell you straight: I don't do entertainment. You sign now, the compensation for the merchants renting your land — I'll pay it, that's at least 100 million. If you won't sign, my bulldozers go over; merchants can't find me, what will you do?"

Wang Hao shuddered; he had other industries under his name. An entertainment boss — connections wilder than the next; having his company's fleet of cars driven away would be a small matter……

"Signed." The former underworld boss said despondently.

Chen Yi fundamentally didn't put him in his eyes. If it were empty-handed wolf-catching, not paying a cent, this would be somewhat difficult — so-called ugly eating posture.

But since he was willing to put out 300 million, there was absolutely no problem; proactively compensating Jiangjing Service Area's merchants — that even counts as benevolence.

Compared to all kinds of bigwigs who eat people and spit no bones, legitimate or illegitimate businessmen running shops at least earn money by intelligence and labor; no need to let them suffer losses.

Wang Hao was different; the 100 million advance was also to keep him from talking nonsense or moving rashly — equivalent to a 200 million deposit.

After thinking it over, Wang Hao finally signed his own name.

The next day, Fang Zhong carried a pocketful of checks and cash and began visiting the shop owners at Jiangjing Service Area one by one. The service area's four main gates had long been closed, and the surroundings were full of construction momentum; over a hundred construction vehicles just waited outside. They negotiated one, demolished one — not even giving the chance to remove expensive renovations. Chandeliers worth tens of thousands, together with wooden boards as thick as a palm, turned into debris...

"I want to build a modern logistics warehousing center here," Chen Yi said to the designers of the Jiangning Architectural Design Institute.

The latter looked at him with the eyes one uses to look at an idiot and said, "Demolish everything and build warehouses?"

"Yes. At least it must be able to accommodate shipping containers."

"This is the urban area; traffic is congested, and there are often restrictions. Large container trucks definitely won't be allowed through."

"Then build a road, connecting directly to Jiangnan Wharf and Jiangbei Wharf."

The designer felt he was the idiot: "How is that possible?"

"Build an elevated road, lay a railway — are you the designer or am I?" Chen Yi said, then thought and added: "It must meet the traffic capacity of a proper expressway. If you can't do it, I don't care what title you have — go retire."

The designer in his 40s flushed red, let out a breath, and said, "As long as you can get the approval documents, I can build an expressway for you."

"Reserve space for expansion toward Jiangnan and Jiangbei Wharves." Chen Yi laughed hehe. Binjiang Road Subway Station is only 20 kilometers from the nearest Jiangnan Wharf area, and less than 40 kilometers to the sea. After the Light Curtain upgrades twice more, it will reach this range.

Jiangning must become an independent city.

Chen Yi finally connected the vague conceptions in his mind.

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