msmithbooks Chapter 23 Deal
Chapter 23 Deal
Chapter 23 Deal
The two parties agreed to meet at Shuntian Gaima Restaurant.
Wearing a hoodie and dressed casually, Yu Huan found the place closed when she arrived.
Today is November 30th, the last day of this month.
Just as Fatty Yang had said, the merchants simply stopped operating.
Everyone had evacuated, but the tables, chairs, and benches remained.
After getting off the car.
Yu Huan looked through the shop window and saw three people at a table inside.
One of them was an acquaintance, Fatty Yang, who sat alone on one side.
Opposite Fatty Yang was a dark-skinned, thin old man wearing a wide-brimmed sun hat. He looked like he had just finished fishing.
In addition, next to the old man sat a bespectacled man in a suit and leather shoes, with a black briefcase on the table in front of him.
"You even hired a lawyer?"
Yu Huan pondered.
As soon as he pushed open the slightly ajar glass door, Fatty Yang rushed over to greet him.
"Mr. Yu!"
"President Yang!" Yu Huan greeted him immediately.
The two approached the table and sat down side by side. Fatty Yang immediately introduced them to each other:
“This is my husband, you can just call him Lao Yang. This guy dressed like an insurance salesman is my cousin Xiao He, he’s one of us, he works at a law firm. I invited him here to help us with the contracts.”
"Hello, Uncle Yang!" Yu Huan greeted everyone in turn, her words dripping with sweetness. "Hello, Handsome He!"
"Hello."
Attorney He spoke politely as he opened his briefcase.
Old Yang's eyes were slightly cloudy, but his gaze was clear and bright. Like his physique, he was thin but looked very energetic.
This old man clearly has a pension.
He looked Yu Huan up and down and said with a smile, "Handsome guy, you're really promising at such a young age. My son told me you're going to buy all four of our storefronts in cash?"
"What do you mean by 'young and promising'? It's just some savings from the family that I'm using to invest." As she spoke, Yu Huan's lips curled up slightly, and her eyes held a natural smile.
His infectious smile made Fatty Yang chuckle along, saying, "Boss Yu can casually pull out over a million yuan and drives a BMW. He's no ordinary family!"
"Just average."
Upon hearing this, Fatty Yang jokingly replied in a glib tone, "So-so, third in the world?"
After exchanging a few casual words, Attorney He took out the contract and showed it to Yu Huan.
Real estate transaction centers usually provide template sales contracts for both buyers and sellers to refer to and use. However, judging from Fatty Yang's arrogant demeanor, he probably doesn't have a high level of education.
Therefore, this person was invited to serve as the strategist.
Yu Huan wasn't in a hurry to look at the contract first, but said, "May I see the shop's three certificates first?"
"Yes, yes, I have them in the car, I'll get them right away."
Fatty Yang hurriedly got up as he spoke.
Seeing him leisurely walk out, spitting on the street, and then pulling out a pack of Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket before continuing his stroll.
He's done everything a hooligan could do.
Yu Huan turned her head back.
I checked the contract word by word, carefully examining the rights and obligations of both parties, including important clauses such as the property rights status of the shop, the transaction price, the payment method, and the transfer time.
Reviewing documents is Yu Huan's professional job, and this contract, upon closer inspection, indeed appears to have no flaws.
While he was reviewing the contract, Fatty Yang, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, returned with a thick, bulging file folder.
"Move away from where you're smoking, it's all secondhand smoke, it's suffocating!" Old Yang scolded.
Fatty Yang dared not speak out in anger, silently threw the cigarette butt on the ground, and stomped it out.
Yu Huan withdrew her gaze and then opened the file bag. After all, it comprised four storefronts, and inside was a thick stack of documents.
After confirming that everything was correct, the group drove to the real estate transaction center.
After completing a series of formalities, Yu Huan returned home laden with the property certificates for four storefronts and a large bunch of keys.
However, before parting, Yu Huan offered some words of advice to Lao Yang.
Unlike his unruly son, Old Yang was quite kind.
He earnestly advised against listening to Fatty Yang's suggestion to buy any kind of "diede" (a type of wild plant), saying that the government would focus on developing Hexi in the future and should instead buy Meixi Lake.
Nestled against the mountains and beside the lake, it's the perfect place for retirement.
Old Yang readily agreed, so he must have taken it to heart.
……
"I want to bloom, I want to sprout!"
"I want the spring breeze and the gentle rain to fall~"
Humming a little tune.
Yu Huan stepped into the Lianhe Zaobao building.
Today, on this workday, not only did I buy a shop, but the Public Security Bureau also called to mention that Wu Feixiang had been arrested.
Furthermore, he personally reviewed the latest report on the capture of wanted criminal Wu Feixiang.
When good things happen, people are in high spirits. Yu Huan was in a very good mood.
Time flies and flies by.
The next day.
Through Fatty Yang, Yu Huan arranged to meet the owner of Shuntian Gaima Fan, who had lost his business on Xiangchun Road, and slipped him two packets of Hetianxia rice to go to the Industry and Commerce Bureau to process the business license and change the legal representative.
Everything is done.
When Zhao Yuan arrived at work on time again, he stopped him at the door for the second time.
"Yu Huan, do you know what day it is today?"
Zhao Yuan tilted his chin upwards and glanced at him sideways.
Looking at Zhao Yuan's extremely arrogant and smug appearance.
Clearly, they have recovered some of their strength from the huge blow.
Yu Huan speculated.
Is Yuan'er perhaps unlucky in love but lucky in his career?
He was well aware that the Jiangnan Morning Post had announced the establishment of its new media department today.
December 1st arrived as scheduled.
The way he's practically wagging his tail in the air must mean his editor-in-chief has promised him something, like, first, the position of deputy director of the new media department.
Seeing that Yu Huan remained calm and composed, it was clear that he knew nothing about it.
The feeling of being ahead of others, as if having a cheat code, filled Zhao Yuan with immense pleasure. He chuckled smugly and said, "You didn't know, did you!"
"Oh."
Yu Huan shrugged, too lazy to waste words with him, and turned to leave.
This attitude of indifference, as if he didn't care about anything, immediately ignited Zhao Yuan's anger.
But then I thought about it.
He's about to become a leader; there's no need for him to get so worked up over a mere censor.
Zhao Yuan watched Yu Huan's slowly walking figure and muttered to himself, "Yu Huan, you absolutely mustn't join the new media department, or you'll run into me, haha..."
"There's something wrong."
Yu Huan muttered to herself as she got on the elevator.
Of course.
At this point, he no longer cared about Yuan'er's hostility. His vision had already far surpassed Yuan'er's, and he didn't take him seriously at all.
Life moves at a leisurely pace, and I enjoy good meals every day.
Eight o'clock in the evening.
Suddenly, Sister Li from next door approached him with a curious look and asked, "Yu Huan, what does the new media department do?"
"In addition to the print version, we'll also make an online version. Well, it'll be different from the mobile news we're making now; it will be published on social media platforms, emphasizing interactivity," Yu Huan said casually.
Did you fill out that survey?
"I filled it out."
Before her new job, Sister Li had not joined the new media department.
It's unclear whether she didn't participate in the survey or wasn't selected.
As for whether Yu Huan's casual remark will cause a butterfly to flap its wings, let it be.
They even couldn't ask for it.
Because among the reviewers in their group, Sister Li was the one who slacked off the most, which means she could finish in no time without making mistakes, and was quite capable.
Furthermore, Yu Huan was quite familiar with her; she was a natural confidante.
I focused intently on working for a while.
"Xiao Yu, come to my office."
Old Lin's voice suddenly rang out, and Yu Huan quickly looked up.
Old Lin stood by his desk with his hands behind his back, watching him leisurely.
You can't call someone too affectionately in front of others.
You can't just open your mouth and call someone "Dad".
"Okay, Director Lin." Yu Huan put down her work, stood up, and put her cane under her armpit.
He followed closely behind Lao Lin like a shadow.
I entered the director's office.
Yu Huan turned around and closed the door.
All that could be seen sitting at the tea table was a middle-aged man in his early fifties with graying temples.
Yu Huan knew this person very well, having dealt with him quite a bit before his rebirth.
Old Lin smiled and introduced to Yu Huan: "This is Director Li. He is currently in charge of the research department and will also be the acting director of the new media department in the future."
"Hello, Director Li!"
Yu Huan, leaning on his cane, strode forward and shook hands with him.
Director Li looked at him with a smile and said, "Young Yu is indeed a very handsome man!"
(End of this chapter)