Temptation of love! Mr. Feng, Miss Chang has resigned

The property management company signed contracts for five houses that night, all of which were purchased in full. These old ladies went out with millions of dollars in their cards, which made their families feel quite relieved. They probably had enough money at home.

Soon Feng Yi received the news about buying a house. He poured himself a glass of wine and drank it. If things continued to develop, there would be hope for good performance by the end of the month.

Chang Yao came out of the bathroom in her pajamas and saw that his eyes were raised and he seemed to be in a good mood.

She walked over and hugged Feng Yi from behind: "What happened?"

"Your idea helped sell five houses." Feng Yi felt that it was the right choice to keep her by his side.

Chang Yao asked: "Five apartments, is that enough for the sales?"

Feng Yi pursed his lips. There was still a gap, but it didn’t matter. This was a good start.

All the efforts made by Nanxi Apartment will not be silent. If it doesn’t work, it will launch a robot purchase link, which can also make money.

Chang Yao looked at him and thought, isn’t that enough? What happened to make him so stressed?

"Feng Yi, tell me how much performance you need? Do you want to sell all the houses?" Chang Yao asked.

It is simply impossible to sell all the houses in one month. Buying a house is not like buying vegetables. A house may be a person's life savings.

“At least two-thirds of the deal must be completed.”

"This is very difficult. What will you do if you can't complete it?" Chang Yao asked.

Feng Yi hugged her. This was not something she should worry about: "I'll find a way."

Chang Yao nestled in his arms. The matter at Nanxi Apartment was over, and it was time for them to return to the company.

Time passed quickly, and it was the end of the month, but the targets agreed upon by Feng Yi and the shareholders were still not achieved.

Wu Zhou was a little worried: "Boss Feng, aren't you worried about how to explain this to the shareholders?"

Feng Yi said, "The orders brought in by the tour guides are still growing steadily, proving that Chang Yao's idea is correct. If we continue like this, we will definitely be able to sell two-thirds of the vacant rooms."

"But right now we have shareholders to deal with."

There was a knock on the office door, and they stopped talking in time and watched Chang Yao walk in.

Chang Yao walked up to them and asked, "Does renting it out count as a deal?"

Wu Zhou hesitated. "The bet we made with the shareholders didn't seem to say we had to sell it."

Feng Yi stared at her: "What do you think?"

They said that since he was in such a hurry to cash out, something must have happened. It turned out that he had made a bet with his shareholders.

"The landscaping designed by Fang Wenli is very beautiful. I contacted film and television production companies, and they are interested in filming there. They offered a very good fee."

Although these are not big earnings, every bit counts and adds up to a lot.

Feng Yi felt that they had been very impatient since the opening until now, and the shareholders were dissatisfied with his insistence on launching this project and took the opportunity to make trouble.

"Chang Yao, you've been tired during this period. Have a good rest and leave the rest to me."

Is it time to take a break now? It’s definitely not that simple when shareholders start to make trouble.

For the first time, she felt so intuitively that she wanted to help someone but was powerless.

She is too weak. If she were stronger, she could help Feng Yi.

Feng Yi picked up his phone and saw that his father had called. He glanced at them and they walked out of the office in silence.

Feng Yi watched the office door close before answering the phone: "I know about the bet you made with the shareholders. I'm going home tonight."

"Yeah." Feng Yi agreed and hung up the phone.

Feng Yi was driving to his father's house when he got into a car accident. All the cars were stuck on the road. Feng Yi called his father and said, "Something happened on the road. I will be late."

Feng Shan heard the sound of an ambulance: "Are you okay?"

"No."

When they communicate with each other as father and son, they always focus on the key points and never explain in detail why they are late. They just need to say that they will be there.

Yan Yi arrived at Feng Shan's house early. Feng Shan had just made tea and poured him a cup.

Yan Yi took a sip of tea and said with a smile: "Old Feng, we have been friends for so many years, and I don't want to see Feng Yi leave the company, but a bet is a bet."

Feng Shan picked up the teacup and thought about this old fox. If he hadn't started it, Feng Yi wouldn't have had to leave the company.

"Are you here today to tell me this?" Feng Shan asked.

Wu Shang brought over some snacks: "Feng Shan, try some of the snacks I made."

Yan Yi looked at her. He heard that Feng Shan was having an affair with his cousin's wife. At first he thought it was a rumor, but he didn't expect it was really Wu Shang.

These are the same people who come and go in their circle. They always meet in the same occasion and they will remember each other after seeing each other a few times.

I didn't expect Feng Shan to play so crazy. The upper beam is crooked and the lower beams are crooked... But Feng Yi is much better than his father.

Feng Shan followed his gaze and fell on Wu Shang. Feng Shan was still concerned about his own face. He had brought Wu Shang home for so long and had never taken her out once, because he was afraid that people would see her and point fingers at her behind her back.

"Go back to your room first, I have something important to do."

Wu Shang smiled generously. She knew that Feng Shan was concerned about his reputation and didn't want to take her out to meet people, so she had to seize the opportunity to let more people see her here.

Yan Yi smiled but said nothing. Everyone understood what he meant. He took another sip of tea and said, "I came here to help Feng Yi. He has ideas and abilities. I value talent."

He was the one who did this. Would he be so kind as to help Feng Yi? Why was he so unconvinced?

Yan Yi took the initiative to express his sincerity: "The Yu family has been devastated without their own media company. They are no longer as glorious as before. Ling'er is interested in Feng Yi and wants me to be the middleman."

"What does Mr. Yan mean?" Using marriage to make a deal? The daughter-in-law he wanted was Yu Man.

"As long as our two families become relatives, we will be one family. How can I watch my son-in-law being bullied? I will make up for the performance that Feng Yi lacks."

Feng Shan did the math and said, "Boss Yan paid 100 million out of his own pocket. He really thinks highly of Feng Yi."

You can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a child. If I can spend 100 million to get a satisfactory son-in-law and make my daughter change her mind, it will be a worthwhile deal.

"I can't control Feng Yi now. He still needs his approval on this matter."

He looked down on Yan Ling'er, but in order to maintain the relationship between the two families, he didn't want to say it out loud.

"Old Feng, when you were looking for a daughter-in-law for Feng Yi, you didn't have the final say. Now you can't make the decision for Feng Yi anymore?"

"He has really grown up recently. He didn't even tell me about such a big thing as the bet with the shareholders." Feng Shan said helplessly.

"Old Feng, tomorrow is the last day. I will make this 100 million without your permission. You can take your time to think about it." Yan Yi finished his tea, put the cup on the table, stood up and left.

The traffic police cleared the road, and Feng Yi was able to continue driving forward. He received a call from Wu Zhou: "Mr. Feng, the performance target has been met."

"So fast?"

"Yes, President Yan paid out of his own pocket to make up for the performance you missed." Wu Zhou also felt that this matter was strange.

Feng Yi parked the car in front of the house: "I understand." After saying that, he hung up the phone and walked in.