Chapter 391 Strategies, she is powerful (three shifts)
"Do something, what?"
Before the lights were turned on, Ling Xuan's face was hidden in the half-dark shadow, blurring his expression.
"Come back sooner in the future," he said after a pause, "Mom will be worried."
Ling Qingzhou still gave his son's face, "Well."
"Then I'm going to bed, you should rest early too."
The day after signing the contract, Ling Qingzhou and Yi Hansheng started to buy the old house on Tongtong Street.
With the status of the two of them today, there is absolutely no need for such a trivial matter to go out in person, and there are many people who are rushing to run errands.
Since the price was in place and there were several rumors spread, many homeowners were not optimistic about holding this property, and now some people sincerely want to buy it, so they signed the contract very readily.
But there are also a group of people who are hesitant-
"Don't you think it's strange that a house that couldn't be sold before has suddenly become a sweet treat?"
"Anyway, they've been holding hands for more than ten years, not less than a year or two. Maybe they can catch up with the demolition, which is better than selling a house."
"No hurry, wait and see the situation. Don't tell me everything on TV, let the bullets fly for a while."
"..."
Regarding this group of people, Jiang Fuyue, Ling Qingzhou and Yi Hansheng also held a special meeting to discuss.
Yi Hansheng: "If you want me to say, it's greedy! When you can't sell it, you look for sellers everywhere, begging for the same as your grandson; now that there are sellers, they hide it and don't want to sell it, and they don't even look at the value of the house. some money."
Ling Qingzhou: "It's not worth much now, but it's really possible in the future."
Yi Hansheng frowned: "Where are you from? You're going to die if you don't speak rude words?"
Ling Qingzhou lifted his eyelids: "Just tell the truth, what are you annoyed about?"
Jiang Fuyue shook her head: "With Lou Mingxin's character of taking advantage of everything, and the original price of this area is not high, it is not competitive, the price given by Lou may not be as impressive as we are now."
This time, Ling Qingzhou stopped talking.
Yi Hansheng glanced at him and snorted: "Judging from the household information obtained, the owners of the Bronze Street group are generally not well educated. Even if they gather together, they are a mob, don't expect them to compete with Lou's in the ring. ."
Ling Qingzhou: "But the problem now is that these people make up the majority, and I suspect they will raise the price soon. Will we agree or not?"
This time, the two did not fight, and looked at Jiang Fuyue in unison.
"No."
"Then what if Lou's family takes the lead?"
"So, our 'no promise' can only last for a week at most. If we can't talk about it within a week, then we really can't talk about it."
"In the end, it's possible to agree to the other party's price increase in the end, so what are you going to do this week?"
Jiang Fuyue shook her head: "In this week, don't do anything."
The two looked surprised: "Then what are our people doing?"
"Wait."
The indifferent attitude was dented, and the group of people took the initiative to come to the door.
Jiang Fuyue: "Humans are very strange animals. They may not cherish what they are chasing, but if you don't give it, someone will grab it. Let our people dormant temporarily. If you come to the door to find it once, just leave the phone number. Don't go there a second time."
really--
After the people under his command strictly implemented the method that Jiang Fuyue said, the group of people who were determined not to sell began to sit still.
The most direct manifestation is to make a phone call and test it out side by side.
The staff can play Tai Chi with the other party with ease according to the pre-trained vocabulary, with a calm tone and a proud attitude. If it takes a long time, they will show a bit of impatience. ", "I can buy or not buy" attitude.
After talking on the phone, this group of people couldn't sit still.
The next day, he agreed to sell the house, but he was afraid that the other party would run away and refuse to buy it. There was a lot of flattery in his words.
The treatment of the staff was upgraded from grandson to uncle at once, which is not to mention beautiful.
When Ling Qingzhou received the news, he looked out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, slightly absent-minded.
Immediately afterwards, a sigh escaped his lips: "Jiang is still old and spicy..."
Yi Hansheng was also in a complicated mood. Twenty years later, it's just that the young lady lived younger and younger than them, and her mind turned faster than them.
No matter if she is Lou Mingyue or Jiang Fuyue, she is always shining, making people unable to take their eyes off her!
Soon, the houses of this group of diehards also arrived one after another.
However, there are also homeowners who are committed to the end, who say they will not sell, and insist on increasing the price. Fortunately, there are not many, only two or three households.
Yi Hansheng wanted to continue to hang them, but Jiang Fuyue shook her head——
"This method obviously doesn't work for them, and if they hang on to it, it will have the same result."
"Then what?"
Jiang Fuyue: "Increase the price. Don't they want 10,000 square meters? Then give them this price and ask them to sign a non-disclosure agreement."
Yi Hansheng frowned: "Is this unfair to the first batch of people who sell houses?"
Jiang Fuyue smiled: "There is nothing absolutely fair in this world. They don't want to take the risk of not being able to sell the house, so they can't get extra returns. And these three families did it, and the extra 2,000 per square meter. It's what they deserve."
Just like holding a stock, it's no wonder that those who sell first make more per share than they do.
Risk and income are always proportional.
Yi Hansheng looked at Jiang Fuyue differently, not looking at "Lou Mingyue" or the "Miss" in his mind, but a businessman looking at another "businessman" who was more ruthless and powerful than himself!
Three shifts, two thousand words.
Twelve o'clock and today's one more.