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Chapter 684: Chapter 292 Gu will definitely understand_2
"Oh, you mean to lease all 30 floors above us on a long-term contract, right?"
Listening to his brother’s somewhat sarcastic tone, Gou Huai stood unflinchingly.
"Yes, stable leasing and long-term contracts will prevent outsiders except Xingyu employees from entering the building, which can greatly enhance our staff’s motivation and living environment."
"Hmm, your Xingyu indeed holds a competitive edge in this regard."
Zuo Zongcai nodded emphatically, paying special attention to the word "your."
However, Gou Huai, who hadn’t brought his shame with him when he left the house today, cheerfully responded, "It’s ’we’ now, and it will be ’us’ later. Why sweat the small stuff with a kid like me?"
Pfft!
Kid? You?!
Zuo Zongcai looked at Su Huai with a bizarre expression for a while before suddenly applauding and exclaiming, "Brilliant! It would be against all reason not to invest in you! You, my boy, are a genius destined to make big waves..."
It sounded like praise, but it really wasn’t.
But Gou Huai took it as a compliment anyway, shyly saying, "Since you think so highly of me, should we consider it a deal?"
"Shh..."
Zuo Zongcai inhaled sharply through clenched teeth, shook his head in acknowledgment, "Alright, it’s a deal. Count me in when you need financing, alright?"
Despite mocking him, Zuo truly valued Xingyu.
If judged only by the personal capabilities of the founders, Su Huai would rank solidly in the top three among thousands of elites Zuo Zongcai had encountered over 20 years.
Who said having thick skin isn’t a skill?
For founders, being shameless and daring to seize every opportunity is a critical quality, even more important than professional skills.
It’s inconvenient to mention in the business world, but just look at the entertainment industry—Jiang Wen, Feng Xiaogang, Wu Ershan, Guo Fan, Double Ice Zhang, Big Mimi... nearly all the top celebrities have no problem sacrificing their dignity.
The exceptions are just a few—Old Zhou, Liu, Old Hu, that’s it.
There are many capable people, but even the skilled ones need a development phase; thin-skinned individuals miss the optimum timing, and one opportunity can affect half a lifetime.
Especially young people who always believe they were born for a purpose; they act impulsively and can work in tech but are totally unsuitable for starting businesses.
Su Huai, under the age of 25, had no rivals.
"I’ll definitely save a spot for you."
Fearing that Uncle Zuo might misunderstand him, Gou Huai even emphasized, "My reputation is legendary!"
Zuo Zongcai didn’t believe him but trusted that Gu Jiuyue wouldn’t let him suffer a loss, nodding with a half-smile, "We’re family, let’s not talk about this."
When hypocrisy meets hypocrisy, the one who can exploit the other’s weakness wins.
Gou Huai managed to hoodwink Gu completely, a small book, minor talents, just chickens and dogs!
"Then please quickly secure two or three floors for Xingyu’s use, the rest can wait—we’ll keep up with our expansion."
With one "we" from Su Huai, the formidable Mr. Zuo was at his service.
And he hadn’t even mentioned the difficulty of this task.
Above the 6th floor of Changqing Building, all spaces were apartment-style offices without large open areas, sold by the developer in bits and pieces scattered among hundreds of owners.
Now, Xingyu needed to lease the entire area, but how?
A normal person could never handle it!
To lease, you’d have to negotiate individually with each owner regarding duration, price, lease term, and conditions—it’s impossible to unify.
Acquiring a third of the leases would face the dilemma of all the owners collectively raising the price.
Unless one spent big money to buy them out, but even without considering the cost, what if someone refused to sell or demanded other conditions?
That’s precisely why Su Huai didn’t handle this himself and sought out Zuo Zongcai instead.
He couldn’t accomplish this task.
Zuo Zongcai himself was scratching his head at the situation.
"I’ll ask the developer about it, wait a moment while I make a call."
On speakerphone, after a thorough chat, both Su Huai and Gu Jiuyue grasped how troublesome it was.
The developer still had over 120 units, all in nooks and crannies, with the rest sold off.
The owners were quite a mixed bag—lots of small companies, numerous investors, heaps of white-collar workers, and a few mistresses; it wasn’t as straightforward as residential ownership, attracting all walks of life.
In front of Gu Jiuyue, Zuo Zongcai genuinely exerted a lot of effort. 𝓃ℴ𝓋𝓹𝓊𝓫.𝒸𝓸𝓂
"Brother Dong, I need to acquire them all; think of a way, brother owes you a favor!"
The response perked up, energized.
"Two methods," the other side proposed, "You could start a comprehensive buyback company and I’ll assist with some pressure tactics on my side, but the costs are hard to control. Alternatively, set up a dedicated leasing company, bundle all the properties, and get control of the operational rights..."
Gu Jiuyue didn’t understand.
With her social experience, it was indeed hard to grasp what "tactics" and "operations" meant.
Su Huai explained quietly.
The developer or property management could apply many pressure tactics, legal or skirting legality, depending on how much they were willing to spend.
Brother Dong was ruthless, with loads of cunning ideas streaming in.
"Mr. Zuo, how urgent is this? Damn it, if you’re not in a rush, I’ll bring in a bunch of Indians, renting those 100+ properties to them at low prices, focusing on low-income tenants—I’ve got channels to contact them..."
Good grief, even Su Huai began sweating profusely, finding Brother Dong’s methods too wild.
Those who had encountered working-class Indians knew how exaggerated it could get.
IT professionals were relatively the best and cleanest group; the students were somewhat iffy and further down, downright scary.
A 15-square meter room leased to one Indian might end up stuffing in eight fellow countrymen to share the rent, then fill the communal bathrooms to brim with filth, coat the kitchen with strange, feces-like food, pile heaps of trash in the hallways, and permeate the whole floor with peculiar odors, and then hang around the door, staring at passing women’s legs...
