Chapter 1710: Extra * Shameless Villain

Extra * Shameless Villain

How big is Hong Kong?

This question can be seen at a glance from the map.

You can say it is a place of a bullet, but it is definitely an inch of land and an inch of gold here.

A small island, one after another, has poured into a large number of people, bringing wealth and capital, bringing cheap labor, and also bringing various problems.

From the beginning of 1962, Hong Kong's economy began to slide, and it was sliding more and more severely, as if it was about to fall into the abyss.

This year, especially after entering winter, Hong Kong's financial sector was affected by the political environment, showing huge fluctuations.

Economic fluctuations will inevitably drive capital changes in related fields, and the attribute of seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages has caused a huge dive in Hong Kong's real estate market.

Some time ago, Macau experienced a turmoil that made the authorities panic and the people panic, which further stimulated this fear and worry about the economy.

The rich sell land, and the poor sell houses.

The rich sell land to revitalize assets and to preserve their existing status.

The poor sell houses mostly for follow-up investment. The crazy real estate market in previous years squeezed out the last bit of Hong Kong paper in their hands.

Now the bank is urging debt, not counting the down payment already paid, let alone interest, even if the house in hand is sold, it cannot pay off the remaining loans.

When did the mortgage appear?

I am afraid it can be traced back to a long time ago.

At first, everyone wanted to solve practical problems, and did not over-develop real estate, and did not even think about investing a large amount of capital into the real estate market.

After 1945, Hong Kong's real estate industry, due to the destruction of thousands of buildings in the war and the influx of a large number of refugees, set off the first wave of enthusiasm.

At the same time, representatives of Hong Kong real estate such as Mr. Huo pioneered innovative moves such as layered sales, installment payments, and building flower sales, which activated market transactions.

Partially solved the problem of having a place to live.

In 1952, Mr. Zheng invested in real estate for the first time, built Blue Pool Villa in Happy Valley, and later built Hong Kong Mansion in the downtown area of Hong Kong.

He tasted the sweetness of the real estate market first, and it was from him that this fire burned more and more vigorously.

Hong Kong's real estate market exploded, and the Governor's Office issued a series of policies, which added fuel to the fire.

In 1962, the Hong Kong government revised the building regulations and adjusted the relevant specifications for plot ratio, generally requiring stricter construction of new buildings.

The regulations gave a 3-year transition period, which was implemented on January 1, 1966.

Numerous developers rushed to start projects before the end of the transition period, and the supply in the market increased sharply for a while.

During this period, the capital market reacted strongly, and the credit funds that over-invested in real estate, as well as the banking industry's first thunder, accelerated the tightening of credit, directly triggering the real estate crisis.

Especially the bank run crisis and the turmoil in the situation directly catalyzed the destruction of the real estate bubble.

Combining several factors, it promoted the first real estate industry crisis in Hong Kong after 1945.

The crisis allowed the price of real estate to be corrected, the bubble was partially disintegrated, and naturally caused the bankruptcy of numerous real estate companies, the closure of related upstream and downstream enterprises, unemployment of practitioners, and other social problems.

Other industries, including tourism, catering, department stores, etc., were affected to varying degrees.

Housing prices and land prices dropped significantly, and real estate developers, homebuyers, the Hong Kong government, and related industries all suffered no small losses.

But!

Social funds and assets have the characteristics of liquidity, and it is impossible to disappear for no reason, and it is impossible to appear for no reason.

The value of land, houses, and properties is real, and what is lost is only the value expectation given to it by the market in the economic environment.

Now that the expectation is gone, only its own value remains. At this time, if someone still has hope for the future market, or if investment is needed, it is just right to enter the market.

Today, there is a bottom-fishing auction at the Global Hotel, which is jointly organized by many real estate companies, financial industries, banking industries, etc.

Invited social celebrities, capital tycoons, bankers, and foreign enterprises to participate in the bidding.

The assets for auction are particularly rich, including residential land, industrial land, high-end residences, garden villas, villa area properties, etc.

The rich are cashing out the real estate in their hands, or immigrating, or preserving assets, or investing in other industries.

Most of the existing real estate company bosses with strength in Hong Kong have arrived at the meeting.

In a while, it will be these nouveau riche, or people called market saviors, who will show their skills.

The bidding bank integrated the real estate and properties in its hands, various real estate resources, into one place.

In order not to let the bidders have concerns, according to the area, plot, including mortgage packaging, etc., formed super competitive products for the local tyrants to choose.

The circular hall was full of people, some came to buy real estate, some came to sell real estate, and some came to watch others buy and sell real estate.

At this time, it was real money being thrown out, using cash in hand to buy resource packages, which could be dismantled and done by oneself, or done in partnership.

Most of the resource packages were mortgages, that is, those assets of people who couldn't afford bank mortgages and gave up their buildings.

The outbreak of the subprime mortgage crisis in later generations has a slightly similar relationship.

Of course, the real estate loans at this time were relatively simple. Banks hoped to sell these non-performing assets and loans in the form of packaging at a discount.

As long as the funds were returned, the bank system would come alive again. At this time, one couldn't consider how much to lose, but first ensure survival.

The host on the stage first expressed gratitude to the association big bosses who organized this auction on behalf of major banks.

Then thanked the social celebrities and Justices of the Peace who came to participate in the auction today.

Finally, specially thanked the company bosses and bosses who came to participate in the bidding, and the words were particularly polite and sincere.

Any arrogance and nobility in front of money took off their hypocritical masks and revealed that flattering smiling face.

The joint representative of the banking industry and the person in charge of the association wore a straight suit, combed his hair brightly, and spoke on the stage, his words were sincere and his attitude was gentle.

The meaning was that the bank really couldn't bear these debts, and if it went on like this, the bank would face the risk of large-scale bankruptcy.

When deciding to sell these debts, the bank had already considered the actual situation of the market and processed the debts by discount.

Losing money would definitely lose money, but the person in charge said that in the face of the financial crisis, they must give the people a way to live.

Selling these debts, selling these houses and real estate, if there is any surplus, they must compensate the housing loan people to reduce some losses.

The person in charge bowed slightly, and at the end of the speech, begged the bosses present to be merciful.

There was a sparse applause below, and it was clear that the people below were not interested in his rhetoric.

At this time, still want to talk about mercy?

The bank said it would feed back some of the money from selling debts to the loan people?

Dreaming, the bosses below had never seen such a merciful banker.

It's already this time, and you still want to talk about mercy?

The bank says it wants to sell the debt and feed back some of the money to the borrowers?

Dreaming. These bosses in the audience have never seen such merciful bankers anyway.

A bank collapse will have an impact on society and the common people, but the ones most severely affected are not the common people, but the middle class.

Because where would the common people have savings? If the bank collapses, what does it have to do with them?

Later generations even say the per capita savings is 110,000. You go ask on the street, go ask in the countryside, how many families have 110,000 saved in the bank.

Everyone says this world is just a makeshift stage, and any kind of person can play the lead role.

Hey! The celebrities from all walks of life attending the meeting today have finally seen the world.

When the first package of debt appeared on the auction stage, and when the host called out the reserve price of 300,000, the audience was silent, as if they hadn't heard it at all.

300,000, do you know how big a house you can buy?

At current housing prices, and these are high-end residential prices, you can buy 2,000 square meters of area.

Note, this is 2,000 square meters, not square feet, otherwise you'd have to add a zero.

The largest residential area in this resource package is only 20-something square meters, which adds up to several buildings.

You tell me if it's worth it?

Just look at the reaction of the audience and you'll know. These grandsons at the bank still have crooked minds, taking these bosses below as fools.

"150,000!"

Just when everyone was silent, the host was scanning left and right, and the heads of the associations had ugly expressions, someone raised their hand and called out a price.

This was truly a sound like timely rain. The host was just about to excitedly point to the bidder's number plate when he realized the other party was bidding downwards.

Isn't this just making trouble!

Which grandson did this?!

Everyone's eyes turned in unison to the edge of the bidding area, only to find a young man who looked thin and gaunt but had a slightly arrogant attitude.

This flashy guy was wearing sunglasses indoors, had a slicked-back hairstyle, and was wearing a purple suit. From his tie to his belt to his wristwatch, everything was golden yellow. You could tell they were all luxury brand goods.

But wearing them on him, no matter how you looked at it, it was uncoordinated. It felt like a bear wearing a gown, very tacky.

Isn't this just a nouveau riche!

Nouveau riche gold!

Several accompanying staff sat behind him, also dressed in black suits, which actually had the style of an elite company.

Which landlord's silly young master snuck out to have some fun?

The host was still very professional, raising his hand to explain: "Mr. No. 99, our price is the reserve price, we do not accept bargaining or discounts."

"You didn't say this was the reserve price, and that bargaining wasn't allowed."

The young man was very arrogant, sitting sideways with his legs crossed, his hand resting very restlessly on the shoulder of the beautiful woman beside him.

"Look at the scene, is anyone satisfied with your price? I'm doing this for your own good. If the first deal fails, how embarrassing that would be~"

This was the first time the host had seen such a rich jerk. In the past, at auctions, which bidder wasn't trying to maintain their image and striving to show their gentlemanly side?

Today he had finally seen it; a rich jerk's words are truly jerky.

He looked at the leadership seat with some hesitation, not knowing how to handle this situation.

The people in those seats exchanged a few words and then gave him a gesture.

The host received the message, faced the discussion that had already appeared below, and said: "Okay, Mr. No. 99, we accept your bid."

"Hey! That's right!"

The flashy young man nodded with a smile and shouted to the people around him: "Auction, auction, I bid, you sell. If you don't sell, I don't bid. If this venue fails today, that's it, right!"

"Well said!"

"That's it!"

He took the lead in stirring up trouble, and people here followed along, applauding and echoing. Many of the bidders who came today were there out of face, or were called by associations and chambers of commerce.

You have to give face to the banking industry, and even more so to charity, but the real money is their own, and no one wants to be a sucker, right?

Someone shouted the first time, then someone shouted the second time, and the scene became extremely lively.

The host naturally couldn't let the scene get chaotic, so he hurriedly called out the price:

"150,000, first time"

"150,000, second time"

"150,000, third time"

Dong!

"Sold!"

With the hammer falling, this first resource package was bought by this flashy young man.

The young man didn't take his hand off the female secretary's shoulder, but instead hugged her body and applauded.

This arrogant posture was truly hateful, but more people were guessing his identity.

It wasn't until his accompanying staff went to the backstage to handle the handover procedures that news came out.

It turned out to be Modern Real Estate, which has been very popular recently, the new real estate force controlled by Oriental Times Bank.

After dealing with its own problems in a quick and decisive manner, all real estate-related businesses were transferred to this newly established company.

So what is the relationship between this flashy young man and that new female powerhouse in the financial world?

"The second resource package is... starting price 360,000!"

"120,000!"

"125,000"

"130,000"

The auction host was speechless. He had said it before, this is the reserve price!

Starting price 360,000, what do you mean by shouting like this?!

Perhaps from the first resource package, this auction was led astray by someone.

These bosses in the audience stuck to a bottom line, which was that the starting price could be set at will, but the bidding would absolutely not exceed three rounds.

You shout the first time, he shouts the second time, I shout the third time. After the third time, no one will add to the price.

The host was helpless and could only ask the person in charge again and again, and would only drop the hammer after receiving a reply.

That flashy young man was a troublemaker. Every time a resource package was auctioned, he would bid, sometimes the first time, sometimes the last time.

The people around him also followed his example, and the starting price was shouted lower and lower. The host's cold sweat was about to come down.

Bankers are not fools either, and of course, they were prepared at the scene. When they bid for three rounds, it wasn't that no one shouted a high price, or even shouted a price higher than the starting price before them.

Whenever this happened, everyone would look at the flashy young man, while the young man would ignore it and flirt with the female secretary beside him, letting the auction item on the stage be awkwardly taken away by the bidder.

The first time was fine, but when this situation appeared the second time, the flashy young man even yawned. Without waiting for the host to ask for a price, he waved his hand directly to signal to change to the next auction item.

And as he did this, others followed suit, openly opposing those association heads.

Gradually, all the auction items were on the table, and everyone was waiting for him to shout the first time. As long as someone raised the price and he didn't shout, no one would shout.

As long as this flashy young man shouted the price and dropped the hammer, there would definitely be accompanying staff behind him going to the backstage to pay and hand over.

A posture of "I have money, I'm willful, if you don't sell today, I won't buy even if you come to me tomorrow."

Too arrogant, too damn annoying, too damn enviable.

Where did this little jerk come from, squandering money from Oriental Times Bank like this?

There must be people at the scene richer than him, but absolutely no one as bold as him, taking down these lands and properties one after another.

The celebrities and reporters at the scene were already discussing it, all watching the flashy young man throwing money around.

Although they occasionally showed disdain, the envy in their eyes could not hide the greed in their hearts.

Actually, they also wanted to throw money around, and even more wanted to hug a female secretary and throw money around, but unfortunately, their family didn't have a bank.

As the general manager of Modern Real Estate, the flashy young man suppressed the price fiercely, absorbing a batch of properties and lands sold at low prices in round after round of price competition.

The property here is not the property of later generations, but a noun for real estate, assets, land, real estate, industry, and other immovable property.

When the auction ended, the flashy young man stood up, and a round of applause that made the organizer awkward rang out in the bidding area.

And how could the flashy young man be awkward? As long as he wasn't awkward, it was others who were awkward.

He cupped his hands, smiled and waved to the host, then waved to the audience, and also had his assistant distribute business cards and collect business cards from the bosses he knew at the scene.

Only at this moment did the people at the scene know that this flashy young man was called Wen Hanze, a very elegant name that didn't match the person at all.

But wherever Wen Hanze's gaze fell, it was full of admiration, worship, and even applause and cheers.

Because they were far away, otherwise the socialites, young ladies, and concubines in the audience would have all been stuffing notes to him.

In this era, although women are not independent, they can make men "independent."

Don't think that celebrities are very noble and elegant; the meaning of celebrity is actually "famous for being dissolute."

"Hong Kong TV! I am reporter Lisa. Behind me is the Global Hotel, where an auction that has attracted the attention of the financial industry, real estate industry, and many investors is taking place."

"Organized by the Bank Entrepreneurs Association, it is auctioning off housing loans and the properties they contain in the form of bulk sales."

"So, news just came from the auction site that many real estate companies did not participate in the bidding, and most real estate companies expressed concern about the future direction of the property market."

"Even more, Mr. Wen Hanze, General Manager of Modern Real Estate, bid in reverse at the scene, which was echoed by many real estate company heads, causing auction items to be sold at half the starting price or even far below half."

"So from the feedback at the scene, social figures do not approve of this behavior, believing that it disrupted the auction order and caused a more serious impact on the financial industry."

"Now everyone can see that the entrance of the Global Hotel is surrounded by crowds concerned about this auction, as well as ordinary people related to the auctioned properties."

"Now, we will interview several people at the scene to see what they have to say."

"Hello!"

Reporter Lisa greeted an old man with an indignant face and then asked: "What is your opinion on the situation at the auction?"

"Hyena!"

The old man shouted indignantly at the camera: "He is a hyena! A vulture! No social responsibility at all!"

"Okay, the old gentleman's emotions are a bit agitated. Let's interview the next one."

The reporter saw that the old man was a bit too agitated, with veins popping on his forehead. Don't die in front of me, damn it.

Just as she was about to guide the camera to move away, the old man grabbed in front of the camera and cursed: "Modern Real Estate will go bankrupt sooner or later! Disregarding the lives of the common people! Making me sleep on the street..."

"They're out! They're out!"

"The auction is over! Someone is coming out!"

"Look! It's the people from Modern Real Estate!"

Reporter Lisa hadn't found a second person to interview when she heard someone pointing at the entrance of the Global Hotel and shouting loudly.

She wanted to squeeze forward, but more colleagues had already taken a step ahead, and there was no room left to move forward.

The reporter's voice hadn't done much, but the voices of the onlookers were very loud and noisy. However, without listening closely, they were all curses.

The main target of the attack was Wen Hanze, the boss of Modern Real Estate, who was walking in front.

Especially since he was wearing a flashy purple suit with golden embellishments, and the female secretary he was hugging, making people look at him with envy and jealousy.

Wen Saner heard so many people cursing him at the scene, but instead of getting angry, he laughed, like a damn lunatic.

Isn't he provoking them by doing this? The people around cursed even more happily, almost digging up his ancestral grave.

Wen Saner took these curses as a pleasure, not afraid at all, and even less evasive. While walking, he waved to the crowd, and the ash from his cigar scattered, almost making these people break their defense.

The reporters around wanted to interview him, but they were all ignored by him. Lisa finally squeezed to the front, only to see the other party already smiling and biting his cigar as he got into a golden Rolls-Royce.

Lou Xiaoe, the chairman of Oriental Times Bank, only drives a Mercedes-Benz. Why does the general manager of a real estate company get to ride in a Rolls-Royce!?

On purpose. The female secretary asked him this question in bed, and his explanation was that it was on purpose.

On one hand, Chairman Lou likes Mercedes-Benz, saying that the implication of Rolls-Royce is not good, sitting in a Rolls-Royce, abbreviated as "sitting in jail."

On the other hand, he also mentioned that the real estate industry is actually a huge scam.

The price of land can be worthless, the cost of construction is controllable, so where does the super-high housing price come from?

It's manufacturing expectations, letting the buyer decide that the property you are selling is worth this price. To put it bluntly, it's blowing smoke.

See who can blow, who can blow the bubble of expectations big. As long as it doesn't burst, whoever is the boss, whoever is the master of the property market.

You just look at Wen Saner, who got into the Rolls-Royce. As soon as the car started, he extinguished the cigar and reminded the driver to step on the gas lightly and brake slowly to save some oil money.

Looking at the driver's speechless expression, the female secretary leaned on him sideways and asked: "Why are you so frugal? It's not like you don't have money~"

"Fart! Having money and being frugal are two different things! They don't conflict!"

Wen Saner raised his eyebrows and said: "Haven't you heard the story of Mr. Li of the Yangtze Company bending down to pick up coins when getting out of the car?"

"Pfft~ You believe this too~"

The female secretary curled her lips and waved her hand: "That's all to fool fools. Would you carry your wallet yourself when you go out? Isn't it all me helping you carry it!"

"Mr. Li would carry 2-yuan coins in his pocket? Do you want me to take two 2-yuan coins and stuff them in your pocket to try?"

The female secretary tapped his suit pants pocket and said: "Have you seen anyone stuffing things in here? A billionaire, eh~ Don't you want an image~"

Wen Saner lowered his head to look at his attire, thought about it, and it seemed really silly.

However, this story was told to him by Li Xuewu. Before this, he really believed it, and after coming to Hong Kong, he had very seriously learned about this Mr. Li.

Now looking back, he was the silliest for believing Li Xuewu!

However, he still likes to live frugally, and taught the female secretary hand-in-hand: "This is called riding a bicycle to a bar, save where you should save, spend where you should spend."

"Are we going to a bar tonight?"

The female secretary was a local top student he found after taking over the real estate company. Her business ability was unquestionable, she just liked to play.

"What's fun about a bar? Tonight I'll take you on a yacht, we'll go fishing, and by the way, try the boat vibration."

"Oh my~ You're so bad~"

The female secretary pretended to be unwilling and started to mess around with him with a smile.

To say that the bubble in the Hong Kong property market has been burst is a fact, but is there any possibility of a decline?

Of course it will fall further, but it doesn't delay him from buying. This kind of bulk property purchase is definitely much more suitable than collecting building by building.

Moreover, it's being sold at a low price. How low can it go? It's bottom-fishing, not playing a stock market game by looking at charts.

Now that the property market bubble has been blown away, isn't it just time for him to blow the bubble again~

What is the land price in Hong Kong now? High-end residential is only 10 or 20 Hong Kong dollars per square foot, which converts to 200-something yuan per square meter in later generations.

Where is the bubble now? Even if there is one, it's almost gone. Isn't it just leaving room for him to blow?

If it's about blowing bubbles, he's not very familiar with it, but if it's about blowing smoke, he doesn't bow to anyone. He grew up blowing smoke.

"Where are we going?"

"Manager Wen, the next itinerary is Wan Chai, there is an exclusive interview with Ta Kung Pao~"

The secretary's voice was soft and quite pleasant to hear. Wen Saner straightened his body.

He was thinking, alright, isn't this a good place to blow smoke.

A reporter wanted to interview him just now, but it was so chaotic, and if he stayed too long, what if something happened!

He is afraid of death. He was afraid when he was in Beijing, and even more afraid after coming here.

The golden Rolls-Royce slid slowly to the entrance of the Ta Kung Pao office building in Wan Chai. Reporters had long been surrounding and intercepting him, waiting for him.

They just wanted to know what the attitude of this "real estate newcomer" who had attracted so much attention was toward the Hong Kong real estate industry.

Seeing him get out of the car, everyone surrounded him, and started asking questions quickly across the security guards.

Reporter A asked: Mr. Wen, may I ask if you have any opinions on the bank's auction, which is why you took the lead in boycotting the auction?

Reporter B asked: Mr. Wen, you deliberately suppressed housing prices. Have you ever thought about the ordinary people being affected?

Reporter C asked: Mr. Wen, are you and your female secretary in a romantic relationship?

Wen Saner changed into tea-colored glasses, looking like a cultured person, wearing a suit that looked like a human but not a human, and flicked his hand to pull a cigar out of his pocket.

He flicked his right hand outward to take out a lighter, lit it, then flicked his right hand to put the lighter away, and flicked his left hand to hold the cigar. It was as pretentious as it could be.

The reporters were all dumbfounded. They had never seen such a pretentious way of lighting a cigarette.

They used to think that the questions they asked as reporters were shameless enough, but seeing this today, they felt inferior and bowed down.

Because there were security guards blocking the scene, the road from the car door to the building entrance was empty. Wen Saner instructed the security supervisor who came up to meet him: "You must protect me well~ I'm a big star now!"

After speaking, he turned his head and asked the female secretary in a low voice: "Am I very hateful?"

The female secretary looked at him speechlessly and said in a low voice: "I want to slap you."

"That's good, that's good~"

Wen Saner nodded and said: "This shows that I have a talent for acting!"

"Why do you want to do this~"

The female secretary looked at him in confusion and asked: "You are not like this usually. Why do you have to express yourself so unbearably in public?"

"This is called self-marketing!"

Wen Saner explained while walking to the lobby with her: "I want to be popular. Black popularity is also popularity. As long as I am popular, our real estate company will also be popular."

"No, you are hateful, what's the use of being popular?"

The secretary hugged his arm, full of curiosity. This man is so smart.

"You don't understand this~ Otherwise, why would you say you are the secretary and I am the general manager!"

After speaking, he explained: "They hate me, but they won't hate the housing, and even less will they hate Modern Real Estate, which provides them with high-quality and cheap housing. This is human nature."

"Wow, Manager Wen, you are so amazing."

The secretary said: "Your ability to grasp human hearts is as strong as your ability to grasp people's 'chests'."

"You're too kind, low-key, low-key."

Wen Saner waved his hand and said: "These are all things I have studied diligently. I have never learned them from others."

Looking at the secretary's admiring gaze, he would definitely not say that he learned it from his rich experience of suffering losses and being deceived.

At the entrance of the office building, the person in charge of Ta Kung Pao came to invite him. The lineup was very strong, but his posture when shaking hands was very arrogant.

The person in charge knew that he was a popular figure in the real estate industry, with money and people. Who would dare not give him face?

The arranged interview location was the best meeting room, and the arranged reporter was CC, the excellent, capable, and beautiful lead reporter of the newspaper.

Before the interview, makeup staff came to help organize his attire, but they were blocked by Wen Saner's team because he had a special public relations assistant to help with makeup and clothing organization.

Organizing the image was entirely because there would be video recording later, which would be broadcast on the evening talk show tomorrow.

Looking at this nouveau riche appearance, the staff in the newspaper office were all full of envy and disdain.

Reporter CC brought the team over to communicate the questions in advance and found that there were mighty bodyguards standing at the entrance of the preparation room, which was really exaggerated.

During the communication and exchange, Wen Saner pretended to be casual and showed off his knowledge, but in fact, he was a straw bag, which left a very bad impression on CC. He was just a complete nouveau riche.

Once the interview started, CC began to question him.

CC: "Just outside the Global Hotel, I heard everyone calling you a real estate hyena. What do you think about this?"

Wen Saner: "I saw it in the car after leaving the hotel. You know I have a TV in my car."

"..."

CC: "Are you very disgusted or annoyed by this title?"

Wen Saner: "Of course not, because their title is wrong. Why should I care about other people's mistakes?"

CC: "Actually, you care very much, right...?"

Wen Saner: "No~ no~ no~ You will only care if what others say is right. If I say you are ugly, will you care?"

CC: "..."

"Right~ You don't agree."

Wen Saner: "I am deliberately belittling you. Why are you angry and why do you care? Maybe I am jealous of your peerless beauty~"

"Okay."

CC pursed her lips, considering it a pass on this question, and continued to ask: "Why did you deliberately lower the auction price at the auction?"

Wen Saner: "It wasn't me who lowered the housing price. Without me, the housing price would still be low. This is determined by the market."

CC: "Then why do this? Do you have opinions on certain people or groups?"

Wen Saner: "The price set by the bank is higher than the market estimate, which is unreasonable. The market economy itself has a self-correcting attribute, and I was corrected by the market."

CC: "You said the market determined your actions today. Then what does the market represent? Is it Oriental Times Bank? Are you familiar with Lou Xiaoe, the new female powerhouse in the financial world?"

Wen Saner: "The market is the market, it doesn't represent anything. Today's housing price is the market. We can't lose money to earn cheers."

"Besides, I'm not very familiar with Chairman Lou, just an investment relationship, business dealings, I've only met twice."

CC: "Modern Real Estate took the lead in suppressing the real estate market. Have you considered what kind of consequences it will cause? Ordinary people are displaced, and you are sucking the marrow from the bones?"

Wen Saner: "No, we are helping ordinary people. If we don't build houses, they have nowhere to live."

"Houses and land are of no use in the hands of banks. They are not good at management, and even less will they deal with them at low prices for ordinary people."

"And we want to integrate these houses into cheap hotels, cheap apartments, cheap rental houses, etc."

"If there are old buildings that need to be renovated into new ones, we will also complete the construction and provide more reasonable loans with more suitable interest rates."

CC: "But our investigation found that your company has collected a large batch of land and properties, but has not carried out any renovation projects. Is it hoarding for speculation, or bottom-fishing and waiting for realization?"

Wen Saner: "Neither. We are already taking action, including cleaning up non-performing assets, clarifying land qualifications, and other work, including the upcoming integration and cleanup reconstruction work."

CC: "What about low-price acquisitions? Your company is also collecting houses at low prices. Aren't you squeezing the hard-earned money of the people?"

Wen Saner: "Impossible. We are a conscientious enterprise, and I am a conscientious entrepreneur. All economic activities are determined by the market. It has nothing to do with the real estate company. Those who can do real estate now are all conscientious enterprises. We are saving the market."

CC: "Since you are saving the market, why did you only take the land and not start construction?"

Wen Saner: "Because Modern Real Estate is a high-quality real estate company, it will only create high-quality residential areas."

CC: "Regarding high-quality residential areas, does your company have any implementation plans?"

Wen Saner: "Mainly commercial, schools, shopping malls, high-end residences, garden houses..."

CC: "Now that so many people have no houses to live in, why build high-end residences?"

Wen Saner: "Not having a house to live in is determined by the market, and our construction of high-end residences is also determined by the market."

CC: "Everyone is selling buildings now, and you are still building buildings. Are you not afraid of losses?"

Wen Saner: "We have confidence in the future of Hong Kong. What we took over are all unfinished buildings, buildings that couldn't be built after demolition. Without our appearance, that would be a piece of mud."

CC: "What is your housing construction plan? Can you talk about it appropriately? It seems that you haven't started rectification yet, you've just been buying land?"

Wen Saner: "We want to build high-quality residential areas. Buying land without construction is incomplete. We are also cleaning up unfinished buildings, checking property conditions, and the overall design plan is still being planned."

CC: "That is to say, you took the land at a low price, didn't build the building, and waited for the housing price to rise in the future before building, right?"

Wen Saner: "This is not determined by us, this is determined by the market."

CC: "You are throwing everything to the market? Isn't this irresponsible? It contradicts the entrepreneurial spirit you just mentioned."

Wen Saner: "Everyone must follow market economy rules. You go to buy vegetables, and people say cucumbers are going to rise in price. Can you still let people give them to you? You either don't eat, or you can only accept it."

The interview ended. Wen Saner took a sip of water from the cup handed over by the female secretary, looked at the urban beauty in professional attire opposite, and issued a dinner invitation.

CC smiled reservedly, glanced at the female secretary beside Wen Saner, and said: "I don't eat dinner, I want to lose weight."

"Western food?"

Wen Saner seemed very interested in CC, ignoring the female secretary beside him, and said: "We'll eat steak, it won't cause obesity."

"Sorry, Mr. Wen, I am a vegetarian."

CC looked at the surprised and envious eyes of her colleagues around her, raised her proud neck, and said: "I can't stand eating those little animals~"

"Late-night snack?"

The more she refused, the more Wen Saner pursued her, and proposed again: "How about we go to the mountaintop for a late-night snack?"

"Sorry, I want to get my beauty sleep."

CC enjoyed the fun of refusing a billionaire in front of her colleagues, and maintained politeness and nobility when facing the nouveau riche.

The more she was like this, the more interested Wen Saner was, and proposed eagerly: "Then do you have time on the weekend? Let's go out and play together."

At this moment, his female secretary was already blushing with anger, but because he was her benefactor, she didn't dare to throw a tantrum.

"Hehe~ sorry."

CC looked at the appearance of the other party's female secretary and felt very comfortable in her heart, covering her mouth lightly and saying: "I have to accompany my boyfriend shopping on the weekend."

"So you have a boyfriend~"

Wen Saner didn't continue to pursue her this time, but said regretfully: "The big bed at the Peninsula Hotel is really so soft that I can't bear to move to your house to chase you."

"Sigh~ I had already agreed to let the Peninsula help me reserve a table of lobsters and seafood air-freighted from Australia, as well as Kobe snowflake steak."

He deliberately looked at CC with disappointment and said: "I think you are especially beautiful, breathtaking, and especially like that bottle of Romanée-Conti I ordered."

"You like small animals, and I like them very much too. I really want to take my private jet to Paris to feed pigeons with you after dinner, then go to the Champs-Élysées to buy clothes and bags, and then fly to Switzerland to ski for the weekend."

"Really, I think only the white of the Swiss snow mountains can set off your beauty..."

"Okay~ okay~"

CC's eyes lit up when she heard him, and she nodded repeatedly: "I happen to have time on the weekend."

She looked at Wen Saner and smiled: "I love skiing, and I love feeding pigeons with you even more."

"Ah? No..."

Wen Saner looked at her in surprise and said: "Because we have to take off overnight, I only prepared steak and Australian seafood. Will this not meet your dietary habits?"

"It doesn't matter~"

CC ignored the mocking and disdainful eyes of her colleagues around her and took the initiative to explain: "I can eat seafood. Seafood is not a small animal, and even less is it meat."

"Then what about your boyfriend?"

Wen Saner said with some scruples: "Is it not very good for us to be like this? I said in advance, I really like you."

"No~"

CC said shyly: "The boyfriend I mentioned refers to a male friend. Actually, there are many people going shopping together. You misunderstood."

She smiled and organized her manuscript, looked at Wen Saner and asked: "When are we leaving? Do I need to prepare luggage?"

"Is that so~ That's really..."

Wen Saner looked at CC in surprise and suddenly said: "Your change startled me, and I'm a bit at a loss."

"Mr. Wen?"

CC was stunned. Just as she was about to explain to Wen Saner, she heard the other party say: "I still like your unruly appearance just now."

After Wen Saner finished speaking, he looked at her with disdain, shook his head, hugged the female secretary and turned to leave, saying in his mouth: "I am a conscientious entrepreneur, how can I destroy other people's relationships, and I can't bear to let you stay up late~"

"Hey!"

CC chased two steps, her face blushing in the disdainful eyes of her colleagues, and she cursed through gritted teeth: "Shameless villain!"

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