Chapter 208: Home Renovation

Yang Qing lay on the table again, continuing to half-doze.

Wan Ling was a bit bored, tormenting him with words.

"Brother-in-law, don't you think we should find something else to do?"

"We can't possibly rely on these hundred apartments to get through the year, can we?"

Yang Qing, hearing this, helplessly sat up, narrowing his eyes as he replied.

"Or should we set up a renovation department again?"

"Should we promote our public housing experience outward?"

"After all, we only have this many houses, but there are so many people getting married."

"We can't keep making others wait, can we?"

"If we push this renovation out, people could turn their own homes into public housing like this—wouldn't they then have no need to fight over houses?"

The light in Wan Ling's mind suddenly switched on.

"Exactly, a good idea—didn't we design several plans earlier?"

"Doing long-term rentals ourselves isn't convenient for that kind of decoration, but others can do it."

"Hey, not bad, not bad—another money‑making venture."

"Jingcheng is so big—what if we took it all?"

"I dare not even imagine it, I dare not even imagine it."

Wan Ling's eyes began to flash with gold.

"This damn thing is all money."

Wan Ling, who had been coaxed by Yang Qing, was already starting to reek of coppery greed.

Yang Qing gave a hehe laugh.

"Take care of this; if you can pull it off, I'll get you some renovation plans—our main selling point is that once you move in, you won't want to leave."

"No matter how many or few kids a family has, I can arrange everything clearly for them."

"He had once looked at those little Japanese-style homes; how to do renovation design—his specialty is 'though the sparrow is small, it has all five organs.'"

"He only needs to put forward a rough outline; the rest, Master Lei can automatically rationalize."

Upon hearing that Yang Qing was going out again, Wan Ling immediately got excited and rushed out to find Director Wang.

Yang Qing, meanwhile, continued lying on the table asleep.

Director Wang had already probed him several times, all hoping he would come out to work.

"Even his own wife started pillow‑talking him; he had to find something to do, lest people see him as idle."

"He's still writing his article; many know he's just sucking up, but he's the only one whose flattery actually has substance."

"Now they need someone like him, so the editor urges updates, and the urging is fairly urgent."

When Yang Qing is idle, he writes a bit, just brushing up his presence.

"Add this renovation business, and pretty much I've filled my schedule—later Aunt Wang won't have much reason to make me do things anymore, right?"

Wan Ling arrived at the Street Office, laid out the matter, and Director Wang said nothing, immediately signing and stamping.

"Go ahead—do it as long as you create value, whatever you like."

"Of course, not a single bit of the owed profit and taxes can be missing."

"Also, while carrying out the Five‑Anti campaign, keep your hands clean—don't touch what you shouldn't, got it?"

Wan Ling nodded firmly.

"Director, finances are handled by our Street Office; every transaction is recorded."

"We haven't taken a thing."

"Don't think our project account has plenty of money—we still have many places that need funding later."

"Look at this renovation—doesn't it need more people? Shouldn't the money come from here?"

"And aren't the various materials needed for renovation also supposed to be purchased?"

"By the way, we also need to acquire houses."

"Yang Qing said, once we can obtain enough steel and cement, we'll also want to build buildings—all of that costs money."

"Director, you know as well as I do—our long‑term rentals are extremely popular now."

"Now it's a case of demand outstripping supply."

Director Wang also felt moved—there are truly many rich people, and long‑term rentals are coming out in batches of hundreds.

Yang Qing and Wan Ling, while collecting houses and renovating them, then selling them as long‑term rentals, can be said to have made a basin full of profit.

This year they also launched a hundred‑unit housing plan; adding the acquired houses, today they're set to make another big sum.

At this pace, building next year isn't impossible either.

Adding this renovation line of work, Director Wang feels a bit unable to imagine it, a bit dizzy.

"How much money are we going to make?"

"She can barely bear it."

"She is getting ready to take action."

"Wan Ling, you see our Street Office, the district, the whole Jingcheng—everywhere is short of money; otherwise, shouldn't we first support them a bit?"

Wan Ling, this person who's been led astray by Yang Qing's nonsense, how could she fall for Director Wang's trick?

"Director, doing this isn't good—we've paid our taxes, and we haven't skimped on the Street Office's share either."

"What's left is our development funds; if you take it, what are we to do?"

"Without money, how can we keep pushing the project forward?"

"If the project stalls, where will we get money to sustain it? If we can't sustain it, the project will collapse."

The project collapsed; not only will you not get paid, but we launched the project and hired many temporary workers, whose families will also be affected.

Doing this is completely draining the pond to catch the fish.

On the contrary, if our project can get support from the district, we can develop and grow.

Once we develop and grow, we can not only pay more taxes and give the district a larger share, but also accommodate more people.

The more dividends and taxes we pay, the more we naturally support the district's development.

So, the district needs money; it should encourage us to develop well, rather than seeing us develop well and then coming to suck our blood and kill us.

Doing this will only scare others so they dare not strive for progress, because progress equals death.

One is a continuous flow of tax dividends; the other is to trap us, enjoy a good meal, and then the district becomes a stagnant pool, only able to continue sucking life from elsewhere.

You say, isn't that the reasoning?

Director Wang felt his head buzzing from what Wan Ling said.

She doesn't understand these things; she just thinks that since you have money, you should support sister units.

If you keep it yourself, that's a problem.

However, Wan Ling's explanation is easy to understand, and she can still grasp the reasoning.

But now she doesn't understand who is right and who is wrong.

After all, the whole country is united in building, emphasizing dedication; your unwillingness to give even a penny makes you an oddball.

"Wan Ling, what you're doing is a small clique, lacking a sense of the collective…"

Wan Ling interrupted her.

"Director, we are all making contributions, just in different ways."

"The seven-thousand-person meeting—how long ago was it held? Past mistakes should be learned from."

"We need to be pragmatic, not rely solely on enthusiasm."

"If we want to develop and progress, we need surplus grain, because only with surplus grain can we grow and expand."

"Only by developing and growing can we meet more social needs."

"What is the result for ordinary people lacking surplus grain? The lesson of the past three years is already great enough."

All we can say is that this girl is truly brave.

However, now is the peak of the reflection wave; speaking like this isn't really a big problem.

But Director Wang has low education yet high awareness.

"Alright, you girl, after earning money for two days you think you're incredibly capable?"

"Just forget about saying these things; don't go around spouting nonsense."

"This money, keep it for now; if needed, you still have to take it out."