Chapter 352: Rural Absurd Past Events Chapter 352: Strategic Adjustment, Wait Until Next Year for a Final Gamble

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Protagonist:

Li Xiulan

Although Wang Dashan was stubborn, he wasn't entirely foolish.

He knew that what the company needed most right now was confidence; if the employees lost confidence in the company, it would absolutely become a plate of loose sand, impossible to achieve any business performance.

So after he got the money from Zhang Zhihao, he immediately came to pay the employees' salaries in advance, and publicly announced that they had secured a three million investment, even promising salary raises and commissions next year!

If he hadn't paid the salaries in advance, and just told this to the employees, they definitely wouldn't have believed it.

But with the advance salary payment, it was different.

Sure enough, once Wang Dashan released this news, the employees' demeanor immediately changed.

Everyone perked up, rallying their spirits anew.

No longer listless like before.

Wang Erhai, however, didn't quite agree with Wang Dashan's approach.

After the salaries were paid out, he came to the office and spoke to Wang Dashan alone:

"Big Brother, we only borrowed fifty thousand from Hao Ge, yet you announced a three million financing to them, and even gave them raises and commissions — isn't that inappropriate? What if we still haven't found a way out next year?"

Wang Dashan, however, said:

"Whether Shanhai Real Estate can find a way out isn't up to you or me; it depends on those employees under us. Right now neither of us can find a solution to the difficulties, so let the employees help us solve them. As the saying goes, money can make the devil turn the millstone; as long as we give them high salaries and high commissions, I don't believe they won't rack their brains to find clients for us."

Wang Erhai, however, smiled bitterly:

"But now we're not allowed to sell any new developments; even if they're capable, it'll be hard for them to perform!"

Anyone who's done real estate knows that for real estate agencies, the most profitable part is selling new commercial housing.

New commercial housing is easy to close, especially well-located ones; basically, once you get the sales qualification, you don't worry about selling them.

Some second-hand houses have high commission rates too, but they're definitely harder to sell than new commercial housing.

Wang Dashan, however, said:

"In terms of sales channels, we definitely can't solve it easily; since we've offended Anjia Real Estate, this big platform, we might as well not do new commercial housing at all, only do second-hand housing, hoping to carve out a path to survival from second-hand housing."

"What if we can't carve one out?" Wang Erhai asked.

Wang Dashan smiled bitterly:

"Then we can only go bankrupt."

After saying this, Wang Dashan became incomparably determined again:

"After returning from the Spring Festival, it's our final gamble — succeed or die trying!"

Wang Erhai asked again at this point:

"The employees will definitely find out we can't sell new commercial housing; this can't be covered up. When that time comes, won't they discover something's off?"

Wang Dashan thought for a moment, then said:

"Rather than passively letting them discover clues, better to take the initiative to explain. Here's the plan: this afternoon I'll gather them for a year-end summary meeting, and using this meeting, tell them the company has made a strategic adjustment — starting next year we'll no longer do new commercial housing business, focusing on second-hand housing."

Wang Erhai, however, hesitated a bit:

"Abandoning the new commercial housing market goes against the mainstream; will they believe it?"

Wang Dashan thought again, then said:

"I'll explain to them that new commercial housing competition is fierce right now, and our small agency can't compete with other big platforms, so we must find another way."

"What if some still don't believe even with that explanation?"

"Heh, then they don't believe. Those who believe stay and struggle together; those who don't leave. There will always be believers! After all, we raised salaries and commissions!"

Wang Dashan spoke like this.

Wang Erhai thought it over carefully and felt this actually counted as a solution approach.

As for whether it can succeed, that's hard to say.

But at least it's better than sitting and waiting for death.

Whether it succeeds depends on next spring.

If after returning from the Spring Festival we still can't produce results, Shanhai Real Estate can only end in bankruptcy.

The employees' salaries were paid, and their emotions stabilized.

Although the problems weren't completely solved, and it was unknown if Shanhai Real Estate could survive, at least they didn't have to be as frantic and anxious as before.

In a blink, it reached February 8th.

The whole company went on holiday.

Wang Dashan and Wang Erhai drove back to their hometown together.

Wang Dashan originally wanted Wang Erhai to take Zhang Xiaoyun back to the hometown; Zhang Xiaoyun was also willing to go back with Wang Erhai, but Wang Erhai wasn't too willing.

He felt they needed to wait a while longer before he could take Zhang Xiaoyun home to meet his parents.

It was still too rushed now.

Wang Erhai disagreed to take Zhang Xiaoyun home; although Zhang Xiaoyun was a bit unhappy inside, she couldn't say anything.

She could only take a long-distance bus back to her own hometown.

She kept feeling in her heart: did Wang Dashan say something to Wang Erhai, which made Wang Erhai unwilling to take her home?

This thought wasn't without reason.

Before, she had helped Wang Erhai bring up the matter of company legal representative and director transfer to Wang Dashan; Wang Dashan appeared magnanimous on the surface and didn't hold a grudge, but she estimated he'd been remembering it in his heart all along.

This misunderstanding made Zhang Xiaoyun's opinion of Wang Dashan become even worse.

And at this time, Wang Dashan still knew nothing at all.

He and Wang Erhai went together to buy a lot of New Year goods, and then returned to their hometown together.

And at this time, back at the hometown.

Wang Zhanggen and Li Xiulan, the couple, had long since killed the chicken and were waiting for Wang Dashan and Wang Erhai to return.

"Brother, if Dad and Mom ask about the three hundred thousand matter, how should we explain it to them?"

The small sedan slowly drove into the village entrance of Shangou Village, and Wang Erhai suddenly asked this one sentence.

Previously they had promised their parents that during the Spring Festival they would bring three hundred thousand home, for the family to build a new house.

But plans cannot keep up with changes.

Because Shanhai Real Estate suddenly encountered a crisis, the savings they had on hand, in this month-plus time, had long since been spent completely.

If it weren't for Zhang Zhihao lending them fifty thousand, they probably couldn't even afford New Year goods right now.

"What else can we say? Just tell it straight! Say the company had an unexpected situation, and all the money was lost in compensation."

Wang Dashan said so.

Wang Erhai smiled bitterly:

"If we put it like that, Dad will probably be unhappy."

Wang Dashan pulled a long face:

"Let him be unhappy if he's unhappy, I have no choice either."

Wang Dashan had always been very trustworthy, but this time there really was no way; with the current situation, even if you took his life he couldn't produce three hundred thousand.

And at this time, inside the hometown living room.

Wang Zhanggen was smoking and drinking tea and chatting with a guest.

This guest was none other than his old rival in love from many years ago, He Dazhu.

He Dazhu had also returned for the Spring Festival, having just returned this morning.

Wang Zhanggen actually acted contrary to his usual self, specially going to invite He Dazhu to the house as a guest, and his attitude was even polite and courteous.

"Zhanggen, if you have something to say just say it directly. I just got back and you're treating me this enthusiastically, making me feel a bit embarrassed."

He Dazhu looked at Wang Zhanggen's dilapidated, shabby main hall, the dilapidated tables and chairs, then looked at the aged Li Xiulan busy in the firewood room outside, and sympathy involuntarily arose in his heart.

The current Li Xiulan looked at least more than ten years older than He Dazhu.

Life's urging had long since made her lose her former beauty, becoming haggard and sallow.

"Actually it's nothing, just wanted to tell you that my family is preparing to build a new house, same as yours, building a three-story tall Dabie Villa, and my family's foundation, on top of the original basis, will be raised one point eight meters. Your family previously raised it one point five meters, my family is now raising it one point eight meters, thirty centimeters higher than yours, just like me having three more sons than you, you shouldn't have any objections, right?"

Wang Zhanggen's face wore a polite smile, but his tone carried some sarcastic irony.

It made He Dazhu feel uncomfortable listening.

To say He Dazhu had no objections to Wang Zhanggen's words, that would definitely be false!

Although He Dazhu was very wealthy, up to now he still didn't have a single son; he only had one daughter!