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

Chapter 321 Who says women are inferior to men?
"Dad, smoke less!" Qian Xiaoli, who was nestled on the sofa next to him, waved her hand to shoo away the swirling smoke in front of her eyes and said to Qian Weimin.

"Xiaoli, say less of a thing to your dad, he's in a bad mood."

The speaker is Qian Xiaoli's mother, Zhou Chunyan. Unlike other wealthy wives who enjoy playing mahjong, getting beauty treatments, and walking their dogs, Zhou Chunyan rarely engages in these forms of entertainment. She spends her days at home doing housework, tending to flowers and plants, and also enjoys vegetarian food. She frequently visits Dinghui Temple to burn incense and pray to Buddha.

She has a gentle personality and is almost always obedient to her husband, Qian Weimin.

Qian Xiaoli knew perfectly well why her father was in a bad mood.

Fang Qingye and Song Qingdong's Lakeview Residence development is selling like hotcakes, but his father withdrew halfway through, and now he's become a laughing stock.

Qian Xiaoli also resented her father's short-sightedness, but she knew that now was definitely not the time to complain.

Complaining won't solve anything; it will only make Dad angrier.

So she softened her tone, walked over to her father, rubbed his shoulders, and said, "Dad, it's just missing one opportunity to make money. It's okay. The properties that Tenglong developed in Jinghai are selling just as well as those developed by Fang Qingye and her team!"

Seeing the mother and daughter comforting him, Qian Weimin felt a little better. He stubbed out his cigar and sighed, "It's different. I, Qian Weimin, have been shrewd all my life. How could I make such a mistake? Tell me, why does Fang Qingye dare to sell it for such a high price, and why are there people willing to buy it?!"

"Dad, I've been thinking about this too these past few days," Qian Xiaoli said.

“Sister Sun, who works in the same office as me, you know her too, Dad. Her husband is also a mid-level manager at the power bureau. They don’t lack houses at all. They have a house in Jinghai and also have a house in Shanghai on mortgage.”

"But when Lakeview Residence opened for sale this time, people still bought a 150-square-meter apartment in a low-rise building. Can you guess why?"

"Why?" Qian Weimin asked.

"Sister Sun said that Lakeview Residence can be said to be the best-class house in Nanxin, which is the rich area of ​​Nanxin! When you walk on the street and meet an acquaintance who asks you where you moved to, you can say that you live in Lakeview Residence. Isn't that very prestigious?"
"Fang Qingye capitalized on this psychology to raise property prices—which actually elevated people's social status! Of course, their promise to never use the three-story blueprint method and to guarantee the quality was also very attractive."

After listening to his daughter's words, Qian Weimin fell into deep thought.

“Dad, I think when Tenglong develops houses, we should learn from Fang Qingye—not by setting such high prices, because we are developing houses for ordinary working families, and if the prices are too high, no one will want them. But the quality must be genuine, so that they feel that they have paid tens of thousands of dollars for good value. Once the reputation is established, the houses will sell well.”

Qian Weimin laughed: "I understand what you mean. You want me to abandon the three-layer drawing method as well."

"Yes! Homebuyers these days are getting smarter and smarter. Do you think they can't see through your tricks? Haven't you seen how many complaints there are about commercial housing these days?"

"Instead of spending money to entertain and bribe those regulatory departments to make them go easy on you, it's better to do your job honestly. That way you'll have more confidence."

His daughter's words touched Qian Weimin somewhat, so he said, "Okay, I'll discuss it with Qian Tao after I get to work."

"Don't discuss it with him!" Qian Xiaoli immediately stopped massaging her father: "I really don't understand. My cousin, a student of civil engineering at Tongji University, should be well-informed, but sometimes his thinking is just like that of an old lady selling vegetables at the market. He's so short-sighted! From now on, let him do technical work, not management."

“Xiaoli is right.” Zhou Chunyan, who rarely gets involved in the family business, chimed in, “He’s just a distant nephew, not your own son. How can you let him manage everything?!”

After listening, Qian Weimin glanced at his wife and said, "If I don't let Qian Tao help me manage things, who will? I'm 53 years old this year, I'm not a young man anymore! I need to find someone to take over, right?"

“Sigh, that’s true.” Zhou Chunyan sighed and looked at her daughter, “Xiaoli, you should hurry up and find a capable son-in-law to help lighten your father’s burden.”

Oh dear.
Isn't this a disguised form of pressuring someone to get married?

Qian Xiaoli understood and immediately said, "Why a son-in-law? Can't I help my dad myself? Who says women are inferior to men?" Hearing their daughter's impassioned words, the couple exchanged a glance.

"Xiaoli, do you really want to take over your father's job?" Qian Weimin asked.

“Yes,” Qian Xiaoli replied, then suddenly put her arm around her father’s shoulder with a grin: “Dad, but you’re still young. You’re not old even if you work until you’re 70! It’s still a long way from me taking over.”

"Go away. Do you want to work your old man to death?" Qian Weimin laughed and scolded, "I still want to enjoy a few more years of retirement. I'll work until I'm sixty at most and then retire, so you've started to gradually understand the company's affairs in the past few years."

“I’ve already started,” Qian Xiaoli said. “My job isn’t very busy, so I can familiarize myself with the company’s business, mainly management and finance.”

“Alright, once you’re familiar with things, quit your job and come back to the company. I’ll assign you a position so you can try managing.”

"Ah."

Qian Xiaoli agreed.

"Okay, I'm going back to my room, Dad. Stop smoking!" Qian Xiaoli said, jumping off the sofa, putting on her slippers, and going upstairs to her bedroom.

Only Qian Weimin and Zhou Chunyan remained in the living room.

"Sigh," Zhou Chunyan suddenly sighed softly.

"What's wrong?" Qian Weimin asked.

"Actually, I've always hoped that Xiaoli could live a peaceful life, like me, just being a wife and mother without bearing too much responsibility and pressure. But it seems that's not going to work out."

Qian Weimin chuckled: "Xiaoli's personality is more like mine than yours, how could she possibly like your kind of life? It's just that it makes it even harder for her to find a partner, sigh."

The couple remained silent.

After finishing her meal, Fang Qingye didn't go out. She turned on her computer and sent an email to Li Li, instructing her to register a new company after starting work. The company would be a wholly-owned subsidiary of Tuofang Investment, named "FutureCube Quantitative Investment Management Company, abbreviated as FutureCube," and she would personally serve as the legal representative and CEO.

Meanwhile, the girl was instructed to start looking for a suitable office building in Pudong New Area as the new office address for the newly established company and Tuofang Investment.

The next step is to transfer Xu Mei back to Shanghai from Huacheng Company to take full charge of the preparations for the new company. She can only leave after the new financial vice president of Huacheng Development takes office and the work is handed over.

After thinking for a moment, Fang Qingye sent another email to Wang Chenyang, briefly outlining Tuofang Investment's recent key tasks and hoping he could assist Li Li with her work.

After all, Li Li is still too young.

These were all sent to his personal email inbox, and he liked this way of working—it was efficient, convenient, and verifiable.

Will an email system be established within Topway Investment in the future?
We'll talk about that later.

After finishing all this, Fang Qingye opened her browser and her gaze fell on a website called "99fang".

(End of this chapter)