I'm in the county town, and you say I'm a big shot?

Chapter 320: Five Great Gifts to Help You Settle into a New Home in the New Year - Home Sales Promotion

Fang Qingye told Song Dahai about her conversation with Qian Xiaoli, including Qian Xiaoli's feelings for him. Of course, Qian Xiaoli didn't mention that her father encouraged her to pursue him.

On the other end of the phone, Song Dahai paused for a moment before replying, "Sigh, it's really not easy for a girl to manage such a large company. Ye Zi, if Tenglong Group encounters any trouble after she takes over in the future, please help her if you can."

"If I can help, I will," Fang Qingye said. "Since we've brought this up today, I'll say a few more words: Dahai, you should also pay more attention to your family's business."

"My dad is already considering getting me involved in our family business." Song Dahai didn't hide anything:

“But you know my family situation. Unlike Qian Xiaoli, her father only has one daughter, so he can take over the business whenever he wants. But I have an older brother. He wants to control all the affairs of the Kerry Group. As for me, he thinks it's enough for me to get a share of the profits every year. He doesn't want me to get involved in the company’s affairs.”

After hearing Song Dahai's words, Fang Qingye pondered for a moment before saying, "Dahai, you don't need to worry too much about your older brother's thoughts. Listen to your father, do whatever he tells you to do, listen and observe more, talk and ask less. When you have time, read some books on business management, and consult Chen Meimei about finance."

"Well, okay. Sigh. Reading gives me a headache." Song Dahai sighed deeply on the other end of the phone.

"Why are you sighing? You should learn from Qian Xiaoli. How can a grown man be inferior to a girl?" Fang Qingye said with a smile.

"Okay, okay, you make it sound so easy. Ye Zi, you'll have to help me in the future," Song Dahai said.

“Okay, okay, no problem.” Fang Qingye agreed immediately.

Springtime has been beautiful every day for years.
Springtime is here again.

The Spring Festival of 2011 has arrived.

The Fang family has changed a lot in the past year. They moved into a new house, and at the end of the year, Fang Jianwen also bought a new car—a black Passat.

Fang Jianwen finally got his driver's license after two holidays, and of course, the car was bought for him by his son. He can drive this car to visit relatives and friends during the Chinese New Year, as his son's Mercedes is just too flashy.

It was mainly Fang Qingye who started it. As a son, he should be self-aware, and Fang Qingye was happy to do so, so that he wouldn't have to drink too much when meeting relatives.

Today is the eighth day of the Lunar New Year. The holiday is over, and office workers are happily embarking on a new year of grueling work. Of course, Fang Qingye doesn't need to be so enthusiastic; she's even given the nursery workers a long holiday, until after the Lantern Festival.

Although the school has not officially started yet and the students are still on holiday, the teachers have to start coming to school. Fang Jianwen, the principal of the school, drove his newly bought Passat to school early.

At 5:30 p.m., Dad came home. Fang Qingye was a little surprised: "Dad, why are you home so early today?"

"School hasn't officially started yet, and there's not much going on at school. I should have come back a long time ago," Fang Jianwen said casually, taking off his coat and slippers.

The community has been connected to natural gas and has underfloor heating installed, so the home is warm and cozy.

"What I mean is, you don't have any social engagements today?" Fang Qingye asked with a smile.

"You think all I do all day is eat and drink?" Fang Jianwen glared at his son. "Actually, I got off work early today and went to the sales office of the property you developed."

Fang Qingye was somewhat surprised: "Oh? Dad, didn't you say you didn't care about my business?"

"Who said your dad doesn't care about you?" Zhang Meili, the mother who was watching TV and eating sunflower seeds, chimed in.

“Your dad has been worried about this, especially since you developed this property and set such a high price. He’s worried that it won’t sell and will be a burden on you!” Fang Jianwen glared at his wife, seemingly annoyed by her talkativeness, but he didn’t deny it.

Fang Qingye immediately became interested: "Dad, go to the sales office, are there many people inside?"

"There are quite a lot of people," Fang Jianwen replied. "Hey, are these shills hired by your company?"

"Do we still need to hire shills? Dad, you underestimate me." Fang Qingye pouted. "Since our company launched the 'Four Seasons of Light Year' grand promotion with five gifts to help you settle into a new home in the new year, as of yesterday, I received Luo Yan's report: 'The first phase of 40 townhouses has been sold out, and 85% of the 220-square-meter high-rise and mid-rise apartments have been sold! And this is only a month!'"

"Wow, so popular? I didn't expect there to be so many rich people in Nanxin." Zhang Meili shook her head upon hearing this.

"That's..." Fang Qingye said with some pride, "More importantly, it's about the quality of the houses! We promise homebuyers: what you see on the blueprints is what you'll get in the future. We absolutely won't use any three-story blueprints! If it doesn't match, you can get a full refund! Which developer dares to say that?!"

"Hey, don't get too cocky. You've only made a big promise; the foundation isn't even laid yet. The quality has to be top-notch," Fang Jianwen scolded, but he was actually quite pleased.

My son is not short of money now. I heard that he made a fortune in the futures market some time ago, and his personal assets have exceeded one billion.

It would take several lifetimes to spend all of it.

When a person reaches this level, what they need is not just wealth, but status and reputation. This is similar to the local gentry of ancient times, who wanted to avoid being criticized behind their backs for being rich but heartless.

"Dad, don't worry, I promise to make this project a model project." Fang Qingye said with a smile, then suddenly remembered something: "Oh, right, I'm also buying a townhouse in this lakeside community, about 200 square meters."

“That’s fine, we’ll use it as a new house for you and Xiao’ou when you get married,” Zhang Meili said immediately.

Actually, Fang Qingye didn't think about these things when she bought the house—she also owned a 170-square-meter penthouse and a proper villa in Shanghai.

He was worried that the villa wouldn't sell well—after all, at 15000 yuan per square meter, it was three times the price of a regular commercial apartment, and it was also expensive in Jinghai city. So he bought one as a promotional offer.

Unexpectedly, Song Dahai immediately bought a set after hearing this, saying that it would be his and Chen Meimei's new wedding home in the future—although his family had a villa, it was inconvenient to live with his parents.

Once these two made their purchases, other wealthy young men in Nanxin heard about it, and people like Shi Yong and Li Le came to join in the fun. It turned out that half of the 40 townhouses were bought by these kinds of people.

So some people secretly nicknamed this villa area: the rich second generation area.

Fang Qingye only heard about this nickname from people in the company a few days ago, which left her speechless.

I'm not a rich kid.

However, it sounds better than "the district of second-generation officials," at least it's something people dare to call out openly.

"Alright, you two chat, I'll go cook for you." Zhang Meili stood up.

While the Fang family was discussing the hot sales, Qian Weimin and his daughter Qian Xiaoli were also talking about it in their own villa.

However, unlike the cheerful atmosphere at the Fang family's home, the atmosphere at the Qian family's home was not good. Qian Weimin's face was as black as the bottom of a pot as he silently smoked a cigar.

(End of this chapter)