11. Dancing God (II)
"Agree with what?" Director Wu didn't hear the key points of what Zhu Tong said at all, they were all insinuations, how could he express his position?
"It seems that it is my fault that I should not have played the harp to the cow; Some people are kind enough to say that ghosts and gods don't recognize oil and salt, and they can't do it with just a few words. Director Wu is short of time, so I will report as soon as possible. Yes, I'm going to report back to you on real estate. The housing prices in Shanghai are really high, I took a million, and some people said that I couldn't buy any house. This amount of money may not seem like much to you, but there are tens of millions of people in Shanghai, and most of them can't earn so much money in their lifetime, so should they sleep on the road? You are an official, excuse me, what do you think about this issue? β
Director Wu was stunned again, and after thinking about it again, he said coldly: "Now is a market economy, everything is demand-driven prices, and high housing prices have their own high reason." β
"That's right, a market economy, but what exactly is a market economy? You don't care about me, if you don't decide, I won't decide, is the market managed by ghosts, determined by ghosts? It's up to the market, and it sounds fair. What market in the world is not manipulated by a few? β
"I said, it's none of my business."
"It's okay, you're a ghost." Zhu Tong's face instantly changed from relaxed to indifferent, and he stretched out his hand to point at the sky; "The sky is above, I hope it is retribution, but the sky has no eyes, and it is raining when the sun should come out, so I must not be allowed to be presumptuous and take off the ghost mask of the dancing god."
Director Wu stood up and walked to the door, and Zhu Tong continued: "As long as you can get out, you have to think about the consequences; If you can speculate in real estate, I can speculate in people, and it won't take much time to fry your Director Wu's family into a hot-eyed and lucky fiery real estate speculator. β
"Flipping houses? What do you mean, you say? Director Wu was still restrained, but he didn't dare to really leave.
"I understand very clearly, Director Wu still pretends to be confused and asks to leave; From the moment you walk out of this door, within four hours, Director Wu's shrewdness will spread throughout China; Let everyone see, how you started with a house worth 300,000 yuan, backhand 23 times in three years, and earned a three-story building worth 50 million, as well as a large deposit. β
"I didn't speculate on real estate, even if there were, it was reasonable and legal, Shanghai's housing prices rose because the Wenzhou consortium was speculating, and it was Shanghai citizens who were speculating."
"Children will believe your nonsense, Shanghai is not Wenzhou, how much ability do they have to stir up such a big plate? For example, your wise Director Wu earned 200,000 yuan for the first time he speculated in a house, and in the future, he could always get the house at a very cheap price, and it was hundreds of thousands of millions of profits when he changed hands, and the fastest one only took three days, and even the transfer was saved. Is there such a fool in the world? If you buy a house at a high price and sell it to you at a low price, someone will buy it back at a high price immediately. How many times have housing prices risen in Shanghai? It should be a miracle that you can multiply 300,000 to 160 times 50,000,000, and that's not even counting your deposits; Maybe I should go to the big world to apply for the Guinness Book of Records for your Director Wu, that is a big opportunity to show your face. You are about to retire and want to continue dancing, I guess no one will watch it, ha, you can teach people how to flip houses, and speeches are also very profitable. β
"Y-you,, bloody mouth. Where do we have so many properties? Director Wu walked back trembling, his face flushed.
"Don't insult my wisdom, and don't think that Chinese are fools." Zhu Tong looked at him coldly, looking at the official who was about to fall at his feet, and the urge to continue humiliating him swelled in his heart; But reason told him that this old man could not withstand too much stimulation, and maybe he would die, and it would be too unworthy.
"Wu Xurong, female, fifty-six years old, your own sister, the owner of the property of the Yunzhu Hotel. Excuse me: How is she qualified and capable of earning 50 million worth of real estate? In the past thirty years, she has not even sold a needle, and now she is laid off at home; Also, Wu Xurong has never been married in his life, and his social relationship is as simple as this glass of water; The only relative is your brother. For the past two years, the owner of the property in the city has been buying and selling houses in her name; What was the Yunzhu Hotel in the past? Director Wu, it should be a school, right? It's you who make the decisions to move a school to the suburbs; And on that piece of feng shui treasure land, commercial and residential buildings will be built immediately. I have investigated, and the unit of the same size next door to the Yunzhu Hotel starts at 37 million, and your sister only used 18 million to top it. She is really blessed to sit on top of the mountain of gold without falling. There's nothing wrong with that, right? I don't know, but someone has gone to investigate. β
Director Wu gasped weakly and slumped onto the sofa; With his hands clasped to his chest, his face turned purple.
"Yang Manna, female, twenty-eight years old, owner of Yunzhu Hotel; Excuse me, what qualifications does she have to let the renovation company decorate such a big hotel for her free of charge? What a style! The upper and lower floors are splendid, and the decoration of such a luxury hotel is more than 10 million, right? Janmanna is just a teacher, yes, a music teacher, and she sings well. How much salary can she get per month? Director Wu, without the help of nobles, can she open the Yunzhu Hotel? You looked good today, and you must have had a good time last night. Need a photo? Let's see how you, Uncle, take care of the lovely Miss Janmana. β
Zhu Tong threw a stack of photos on Director Wu and spat contemptuously: "Those who dance the great gods know to worship ghosts and gods, you are actually a master who doesn't see the coffin and doesn't look back!" Stripped you naked for everyone to see, but you're a crappy pig's head. Sending these to the media, reporters, discipline inspection commissions, and procuratorates may have little effect. But don't you have enemies? Scatter these on the Internet, and someone will pick up this stone and smash it down, and it will not be a dean's throne. You are old, there is no measure, there will be people who are interested, Dean Wang can go abroad at any time, if he holds a press conference overseas, saying that he was forced away by a corrupt official, it is big news; Excuse me, can Director Wu still be so chic? β
This round was said happily, wishing the child to drink saliva and breathe a long sigh of relief.
Director Wu foamed at the mouth and struggled to mutter: "Don't want it, I-don't want anything, please call the doctor, help-help-life." β
It seems that he finally hit the opponent's core, but it was too serious, and Director Wu was stimulated and obviously in danger of life, well, it was a heart attack.
The little crook forced himself to calm down, poured a glass of water and sent it over: "Don't worry, is there any medicine?" When you are old, you have to be careful, if you don't care about your body, do you have to cherish it? I'm sorry, look at my mouth, I'm going to call; Rest assured, this is the hospital, the doctor will be there soon, and you can't die if you want to. β
The silver needle slipped out, Zhu Tong endured his disgust for this pile of meat, carried forward the humanitarian spirit and tore off Director Wu's clothes, and pierced the needle into the middle point of his chest, while flicking and pressing his relaxed and tense muscles, he picked up the phone and called: "Is it emergency?" This is the dean's office, send the best doctors as soon as possible; Director Wu is sick, what kind of illness? It seems to be a rush to attack the heart, ah, in terms of Western medicine, it is heart disease. Quick, please notify the cardiovascular department and ask their director to come as soon as possible, Director Wu came to inspect the work, and it is not very good to sacrifice here. Anyway, we are also a hospital. The other party knew the severity, and hung up the phone without waiting for the little liar to finish, which made him a little dissatisfied.
Zhu Tong was also afraid of death, and the time to get the information was short, so he didn't have time to analyze it carefully; Just a cursory look at a few of these transactions, the name of the person who made the transaction looks like a brother or relative. But he didn't expect Director Wu to be so fragile that he was made to have a heart attack.
"What do you need? House? Official? β
"You're so sick that I've lost five million? , Lao Tzu does not like haunted houses. I just want Wang Jue to be safe. β
"Good, good, definitely, definitely."
"I warned you that you have no right to be noble, that you brought it upon yourself. The doctor will come soon, I'll call your son over, what to do, you should understand. β
Director Wu's body felt better, his breath gradually normalized, but his spirit was more decadent, and he nodded helplessly and accepted the deal.
Zhu Tong took out a silver needle and pricked it a few times on the Shaoyang meridian in his hand: "That's right, I won't charge you taxes this time." β
"What? Tax? Director Wu asked weakly.
Now for the little crooks, it is a trivial matter to receive the money that cannot be received, and the important thing is to be in a good mood; At this moment, it is the happiest moment for the little liar to come to Shanghai for a week.
"Director Wu, you have to remember that I saved your life, that is to say, I am your savior; Be kind, and please take care of it in the future. After Zhu Tong finished speaking, he turned around and walked out the door; I'll go and get your son, and you should have something to say to him. β
Wang Juefei's secretary, Miss Chen, was also unsettled, she could hear a faint sound coming from inside, the door suddenly opened, and the young Deputy Director Li walked out, smiling and holding the water glass in front of her: "Director Wu is not feeling well, you take care of it first, and the doctor will come immediately." β
"Yes." Miss Chen hurriedly ran in, and did not forget to give Deputy Director Li a smile, sweet, it is said that he will be the assistant to the dean.
In the conference room, Wang Juefei and Ouyang Fan were talking softly, and Wu Tianjing and Assistant Xu were standing together, both worrying about the movement on the other side.
"Go ahead, Director Wu is sick." Zhu Tong pushed the door and walked in.
The four people in the conference room all ran to the dean's office, and Zhu Tong dodged away.
In the dean's office, Director Wu pointed to his son Wu Tianjing: "You still have to wait a few more years, and this appointment will be invalid." β
After speaking, Director Wu fainted, and he didn't know if he was really faint or not.
There was a sound of running in the corridor, and at least twenty people in white came running over with large bags and small boxes, carrying oxygen bags and other treasures.
Zhu Tong let most of the people go, and grabbed Dr. Wu: "People are heart disease, what are you a surgeon here to make a fuss?" β
"No, the director asked us all to come, saying that an important leader was sick."
"He can't die." Zhu Tong pulled Dr. Wu into his office; "Come, I'm clean here, let's have a good talk."
Dr. Wu was helpless, there was a mess outside, how could the deputy director of the dean's office in front of him be so idle?
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