With that said, Ye Huang stood up and walked towards the second floor.
Walking up to the second floor, Jiang Yan and Luo Yumo were sitting there with worried looks on their faces.
"Sister Yan, Yumo."
Ye Huang shouted.
"Emperor Ye, has the matter been resolved?"
"Is there anything that can't be solved without my intervention? It's five o'clock now, and my students will be here at seven o'clock on time. You can make arrangements first and ask someone to clean the door. I'll go to Song Yuanming to settle the score first!"
Hearing that Emperor Ye wanted to settle accounts with Song Yuanming, Jiang Yan's face changed slightly, and then she said softly.
"Then you should be careful. Song Yuanming is a treacherous person, so don't be fooled by him."
"Haha, don't worry, Song Yuanming is not a big deal in my eyes. See you in the evening."
After saying that, Huang Huang turned around and walked downstairs.
When Ye Huang came down from the second floor, most of Erdaozi's men who were lying on the ground had already gotten up, but all of them looked miserable with bruises on their noses and swollen faces.
As for the three whose leg bones were twisted by the monk beasts, they have already been sent to the hospital.
"Let's go to Song Yuanming's place. There are some things that need to be resolved."
After making a look to the monk, the latter put the two knives on the cart.
And Ye Huang himself became the Maserati that Li Bai lost to him and went to Song Yuanming's Song Group.
Yuzhong District, Song Group Headquarters Building
A luxurious scene is going on in Song Yuanming's office on the 18th floor.
Song Yuanming's secretary and lover was lying on the mahogany desk in a lace outfit and was being entered from behind by Song Yuanming.
And this Song Yuanming's mistress was indeed alluring. While she was being penetrated, she didn't forget to turn around and let out that blood-spraying moan.
As the woman's screams became louder and louder, Song Yuanming's thrusting speed also became faster and faster.
Just when these two people were about to reach climax, there was a knock on the office door.
"Mr. Song, it's bad, someone came to destroy our headquarters."
The voice of the speaker outside was very urgent, as if he was in a hurry.
"I asked the blind man to bring a group of security guards and send them to me. Hmm, I need to give orders for this kind of thing."
Hearing the sound outside, Song Yuanming said with a gloomy and angry look on his face.
As he spoke, he did not forget to continue doing that with the mistress in front of him.
As Song Yuanming's speed increased, the latter's screams became more and more unscrupulous.
With a low growl and a woman's moan, the two finally ended their fight.
Leaning down, the woman first helped Song Yuanming clean his crotch, then put on his clothes and went into the bathroom nearby to tidy up.
Song Yuanming lay on the sofa, picked up a glass of red wine from the table and drank it.
Not long after, the door was knocked again.
"roll!"
Song Yuanming, who thought it was his subordinates who came to disturb him, shouted loudly.
The recent downturn in real estate has caused Song Yuanming's Song Group to suffer from a decrease in transaction volume.
In particular, many houses have to be sold at cost price, which has greatly reduced the Song Group's turnover.
Song Yuanming, who has always been angry in his heart, will naturally not be angry with the people below him.
Sure enough, after he roared, there was no sound outside.
"Mr. Song, why are you so angry? If you are so angry, people will feel bad for you."
The secretary came out of the bathroom twisting her waist like a water snake and said with a coquettish look on her face.
"Huh! They're all just a bunch of losers. I support them every day, but they can't do anything right! It's been more than two months and we've only built dozens of houses. How can this group continue to operate in an afternoon like this?
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Song Yuanming was furious as he slapped the table.
"Mr. Song, I can't blame the people below for not trying their best. The national regulatory policies are there now. We Chinese people are accustomed to buying up and not down. If we can't sell our houses, there's nothing we can do about it."
"When the national policy changes, we will still be able to sell more houses. Maybe then the prices will rebound with a retaliation as before. Then the houses we have in our hands now will be valuable goods. What do you think?"
The woman helped Song Yuanming beat his shoulders and said.
"It's not that I don't know about this, but seeing so many houses in my hands makes me anxious."
Song Yuanming rubbed his forehead and said with a sad expression.
"Mr. Song, I do have an idea. Maybe we can sell the house earlier, but the risk is not small."
The woman's eyes wandered for a while and she said to Song Yuanming.
"Oh? Let me tell you, you will have some ideas every time you are fucked by me."
With a lewd smile, Song Yuanming stretched out his hand and wiped it under the latter.
When Song Yuanming said this, the latter didn't turn red. He just groaned and looked like he was enjoying it. Then he changed his position and sat in Song Yuanming's arms. He helped the latter peel an orange and handed it to his mouth.
"Mr. Song, most of our real estate industry in Yucheng is now controlled by our Song Group and Baichuan's Bai Group. If Mr. Song can talk to Mr. Bai, our two groups will call the shots, and then convene other small real estate companies.
Let’s raise house prices together. Do you think that according to people’s habits, will they buy a house?”
"You mean to let me and Bai Chuan join forces to control the housing prices in Chongqing? This method could have been implemented before, but now the country is regulating it, and the top is keeping a close eye on it. If not, my Song Group will fall into it.
This cannot be done."
Shaking his head, Song Yuanming knew that if he did this, the Song Group would become a victim of the country's current housing price controls.
The first bird was shot, and now the country is waiting for a real estate company to come forward and be slaughtered by them.
"Mr. Song, you misunderstood Xiaomi."
This was Song Yuanming's caress. Song Yuanming caressed his private parts and his face was red again. He twisted his body and gasped slightly.
"Oh? Then tell me how I misunderstood you."
Seeing that this woman was emotional again, Song Yuanming not only did not stop, but instead used more force.
Ever since his pursuit of Jiang Yan failed, Song Yuanming became more and more evil toward the mistress in front of him who was very knowledgeable about everything.
"What Xiaomi means is that you and Bai Chuan join forces to walk around Chongqing to get some news, saying that the national housing control policy will be adjusted and housing prices will increase again, and then find some so-called experts to publish their brief introductions, so that even if
Even if the house sales are not as prosperous as before, it can always alleviate our current situation, right?"
Song Yuanming, who had already inserted his fingers into his mistress's body, couldn't help but light up when he heard what the other party said.
He suddenly pulled his hand out, causing the latter to moan again.
Song Yuanming casually extended his hand to the other party and said.
"You little bitch has some brains. This is a good idea. It just so happens that the Bai Group is in a situation where the house cannot be sold. If I join forces with Bai Chuan, he should agree."
As he spoke, Song Yuanming had a smile on his face.
In order to guide public opinion, this move is a marginal move. Although it still has certain risks, it is much better than directly raising prices.
