This sentence almost made Chen Bancheng and the others angry.
"There are seven days to buy something and the unconditional refund will be given to me if I buy a house?"
"Three hundred houses, 3 billion yuan, legally purchased, do you say you will not refund?"
Ye Fan ignored everyone's eyes and was very direct: "Give it a good time to withdraw and give it money!"
A member of the Wanshang Alliance was furious: "How did you talk to Mr. Chen?"
Ye Fan ignored him and just stared at Chen Bancheng: "Do you retreat?"
"Sorry, this house cannot be withdrawn."
Chen Bancheng took a step forward and looked at Ye Fan coldly:
"The international properties of Peninsula City-State are all permanently owned, and overseas customers will also enjoy certain tax incentives."
“Once sold, it cannot be checked out.”
"You can auction, transfer, but you can't check out. Of course, auction and transfer must also be overseas customers."
"Don't say that you just bought three hundred units, even three thousand units, and you can't get it back today."
Three billion is a small matter, but it involves the confidence of customers and the sales of 8,000 houses, so he cannot let Ye Fan undermine morale.
Otherwise, the concept of the richest area will be greatly reduced, and the Peninsula City-State will not be popular today.
"Tsk tsk, did Mr. Chen just brag about the golden decade, and the next ten million will become 100 million?"
Ye Fan refused to comment: "I will give you the 30 billion chance now, and you don't want it."
"Do you have no confidence in yourself, or are you just saying that you are just fooling people?"
"Or, you don't have the funds in your hands?"
"If the money is not enough, I can sell it to you at a 10% discount."
This encouragement immediately made many customers frown.
Yes, the property is so good and promising, check out as soon as you check out, or 100% off, and you can earn 300 million yuan every time you make it.
Why don’t Shen Bancheng retreat?
It seems that this property is not what the publicity says only rises but not falls, and there are more or less risks.
The enthusiasm of customers who carry sacks to buy a house has been reduced a lot.
This kid is really sinister.
A cold light flashed in Chen Bancheng's eyes, and a few light words shook everyone's hearts of buying a house.
No wonder it is like Killing Hu and his son who suffers losses in Hong Kong City, or no wonder the Fubang family wants Ye Fan to die. This guy is indeed difficult.
But he quickly returned to his calmness and squeezed out a smile and spoke:
"Foreign customers are involved in some laws, regulations and preferential treatment, involving investment policies at the national level."
"The contract clearly states that no check-out is allowed within three years, and the transfer or sale objects are limited to overseas customers."
"Young man, you can't enjoy all kinds of discounts and then return the house."
Chen Bancheng coughed: "It's not the price to pay it back..."
Ye Fan bit the topic: "8.5% off, all discounts are enough to offset, will you not refund?"
"This is not only a price issue, but also involves contract execution!"
Chen Bancheng's face darkened: "If I can check out or trade with Xiang Guoren, I will personally spend 3 billion to buy back with you."
"The same is true for customers present. If you buy a house and it doesn't rise in three years, I will buy it back at the original price."
"Because I firmly believe it will definitely rise sharply in the future."
The landing of Chenbancheng has made customers feel more confident. It is not that they cannot get the house, but that the policy is stuck.
Ye Fan asked impatiently: "I can't retreat?"
"Everything is done according to the contract."
Chen Bancheng's mouth curled up with a joke: "Young man, hold these 300 houses well, it will bring you surprises."
"I really want to take action, check out and I will go out in three years. I'm afraid you will be reluctant to leave you again."
He had already made a decision in his heart to cut off the water, electricity and ignite Ye Fan's house, causing Ye Fan's houses to be destroyed.
Ye Fan smiled faintly: "I'm afraid you begged me to sell it."
Chen Bancheng disagreed: "Don't worry, my mind won't get so much water."
"Okay, three hundred houses cannot be returned, so I will announce a decision now!"
Ye Fan also turned around and stood on the platform, shouting to the guests at the audience:
"I will convert these 300 houses into ashes, which will store dead ashes or coffins!" Reading Temple Novel Network
"And live in one thousand urns instantly!"
"Everyone is welcome to live and die together!"
After saying that, Ye Fan made a gesture.
The next second, I heard dozens of houses in the Peninsula City-State suddenly burst into a series of fireworks.
The sky is dazzling, attracting everyone's attention.
Then, the curtains of three hundred luxurious houses were suddenly pulled off.
The color of the window instantly emerged and was also placed on the large screen, reflecting in the eyes of everyone in the audience.
Countless people were shocked and the edge of the window turned black at some point.
The middle of the window was blocked with the side of the coffin, and a photo of the mourning hall was inlaid in the red middle.
The surroundings of the photo are also inlaid with animal teeth that worship dead people, and white cloth tombs on both sides.
The sides of these red coffins not only have a dead smile, but also form a big word "death".
It was shocking and also a gloomy aura that made people tremble.
When several old men and ladies saw this scene, their hands and feet were shaking and they almost fainted.
Too horrible, too unlucky.
"I divide these three hundred apartments into three thousand cubicles."
"One million is enough to place the 20 people of the ancestors with three generations!"
"You can't buy a house that can't be bought or can't afford to live in a living person. It's better to spend a million to rent a house that can be filial to your ancestors."
Ye Fan raised his left hand again:
"Permanent right to rent, priority right to buy a house, and enjoy the honor of living people. What are you waiting for?"
Ye Fan's words made many people feel moved. Yes, it's not bad to buy a cubicle for his ancestors, but it's also cheap.
Bai Ruge took the opportunity to send out hundreds of business cards.
Countless foreign journalists and media took photos.
"President Chen, I can't get out of the room, so I can only reduce the losses myself."
"Permanent property, absolutely private space, I make the decision on my territory, you have no right to stop me from renting it out."
"The contract also does not prohibit the house from putting ashes and coffins."
"So I hope you don't play tricks and abide by the spirit of contract that the wind can enter the rain can enter the elephant king but not the elephant king."
"Or I'll complain to you..."
Ye Fan walked to Chen Bancheng and handed him a business card:
"But we met each other for a while. If you are interested, I will give you a cubicle."
He whispered: "A family of ten is more than enough."
Seeing Ye Fan appear, everyone exclaimed again when they heard this.
Except for those who wanted to rent a garage to be filial to their ancestors, the other customers all frowned, and the strong thoughts of buying a house faded away.
The big bosses of Wanshang Alliance were even more angry and wanted to rush forward and strangle Ye Fan to death.
If you do this today, no matter whether you destroy 300 houses or not, the Peninsula City State will be difficult to sell the house.
After all, when thinking about being neighbors with dead people or ashes, which owner would feel uncomfortable?
What's even more terrifying is that this incident has been broadcast live. In the future, when people think of the peninsula city-state, they will never talk about the richest area, but only about the place where the dead live.
This is a hammer.
"President Chen!"
Ye Fan stuffed his business card into Bancheng's hand: "Please keep it well, maybe you can really use it!"
"Ye Fan--"
Chen Bancheng slapped the business card and stared at Ye Fan like a murderer: "I want to tear you into pieces!"
"Don't talk nonsense!"
Ye Fan took out his cell phone and smiled: "Let Qi Manqing and the others out."
Chen Bancheng sneered: "I smashed my place and wanted me to release someone. Is my mind filled with water?"
He also decided to kill Qin Shijie and others to vent their hatred later.
"There are no 10,000 people on the scene today, and there are eight thousand people!"
Ye Fan pointed at the crowded scene:
"You said, if I shouted that there was a thunder, how many people would be killed and injured..."