This sentence almost made Shen Bancheng and the others angry to death.
"I still have seven days to get an unconditional refund when I buy something. Why don't you give me a refund when I buy a house?"
"Three hundred houses worth three billion, purchased legally, are you going to say you can't refund them?"
Ye Fan ignored everyone's gaze and said very directly: "Just give me the money as soon as you want to withdraw!"
A member of the Ten Thousand Shang Alliance was furious: "How dare you talk to Mr. Shen?"
Ye Fan ignored him and just stared at Shen Bancheng: "Retreat or not?"
"Sorry, I can't return this house."
Shen Bancheng took a step forward, looked at Ye Fan coldly and said:
"The international properties in Peninsula City-State have permanent property rights, and overseas customers will also enjoy certain tax benefits."
"Once sold, there is no way to check out."
"You can auction and transfer, but you cannot check out. Of course, the auction and transfer must also be overseas customers."
"Don't say you just bought 300 sets. Even if you buy 3,000 sets, you can't return it today."
Three billion is a small matter, but when it comes to customer confidence and the sales of 8,000 houses, he cannot let Ye Fan lower his morale.
Otherwise, the concept of the richest district will be greatly compromised, and the peninsula city-state will not be able to become an instant success today.
"Tsk, tsk, didn't Mr. Shen just brag about the golden ten years, and in the future, 10 million will become 100 million?"
Ye Fan was noncommittal: "I'm giving you back the opportunity of 30 billion, 3 billion, but you don't want it."
"Are you not confident in yourself, or is what you said just now just a lie?"
"Or maybe you don't have any circulating funds?"
"If the money is not enough, I can sell it to you at a loss of 10%."
This encouragement immediately made many customers frown.
Yes, the real estate is so good and promising. If you check out, you will get a 10% discount, and you will earn 300 million every time you move out.
Why doesn't Shen Bancheng retreat?
It seems that this real estate is not only rising but not falling as advertised, and there are still risks to some extent.
The enthusiasm of customers carrying sacks to buy houses has decreased a lot.
This guy is really vicious.
Shen Bancheng's eyes flashed with a cold light, and with a few words he could sway everyone's heart to buy a house.
No wonder Xiang Shahu and his son suffered a loss in Hong Kong City, and no wonder the Fubang family wanted Ye Fan dead. This guy is really troublesome.
However, he quickly regained his composure, forced out a smile and said:
"Foreign customers are involved in some laws, regulations and preferences, and are involved in national-level investment policies."
"The contract clearly states that no check-out is allowed within three years, and the transfer or sale is limited to overseas customers."
"Young man, you can't take advantage of various discounts and then return the house."
Shen Bancheng coughed: "If you really want to pay it back, it's not at this price..."
Ye Fan bit the topic: "85% off, any discount is enough to offset it, can I refund it?"
"This is not only a price issue, but also involves contract execution!"
Shen Bancheng's face darkened: "If you can really check out or trade with the Xiang people, I will personally spend three billion to buy it back with you."
"The same goes for the customers here. If you buy a house and it doesn't increase in price after three years, I will buy it back at the original price."
"Because I firmly believe that it will definitely rise sharply in the future."
The successful implementation of Shen Bancheng has given customers a lot of confidence. It's not that they can't return the room, but the policy is stuck.
Ye Fan asked impatiently: "You really can't retreat?"
"Everything should be done according to the contract."
Shen Bancheng's lips curled up with a hint of joking: "Young man, take care of these three hundred houses, it will surprise you."
"If you really want to take action, you can check out the hotel with me after three years, but I'm afraid you won't be able to let it go."
He had already made a decision in his mind to cut off water, electricity and fire in Ye Fan's house, and let Ye Fan lose these houses.
Ye Fan smiled lightly: "I'm afraid you'll beg me to sell it."
Shen Bancheng disagreed: "Don't worry, I won't be so confused."
"Okay, I can't return the three hundred houses, so I will make a decision now!"
Ye Fan also turned around and stood on the high platform, facing all the guests and shouted:
"I will convert these 300 houses into columbaria to store the ashes or coffins of the dead!"
“And a thousand urns can be stored instantly!”
"Welcome to live and die together!"
After finishing speaking, Ye Fan made a gesture.
The next second, dozens of houses in the peninsula city-state were suddenly blasted with a series of fireworks.
The sky is bright, attracting everyone's attention.
Then, the curtains of three hundred luxurious houses were suddenly pulled down.
The color of the window stood out instantly and was projected on the big screen, catching the eyes of everyone in the audience.
Countless people were shocked to find that the edge of the window had turned black at some point.
One side of the coffin was blocked in the middle of the window, and a photo of the mourning hall was framed in the red center.
The photo is also surrounded by the teeth of animals used to sacrifice the dead, and there are white bulings on both sides.
The sides of these red coffins not only have a smile of death, but also form a big word "death".
It's shocking, and it also conveys a sinister aura that makes people's hearts tremble.
When several old men and women saw this scene, their hands and feet were trembling and they almost fainted.
It's so terrible, so unlucky.
"I divided these 300 suites into 3,000 cubicles."
"One million yuan per room is enough to house twenty people from three generations of our ancestors!"
"You can't afford it. You can't afford a house worth ten million yuan for living people to live in. Why not spend one million yuan to rent a house and honor your ancestors."
Ye Fan raised his left hand again:
"Permanent lease rights, priority in purchasing a house, and the dignity of being a living person. What are you waiting for?"
Ye Fan's few words made many people think, yes, if you can't get a house, buying a cubicle for your ancestors is not a bad idea and it's cheap.
Bai Ruge took the opportunity to give away hundreds of business cards.
Countless foreign reporters and media took photos.
"President Shen, I can't return the room, so I can only reduce the loss myself."
"Free property rights, absolute private space, I have the final say on my site, you have no right to stop me from renting it out."
"The contract also does not prohibit the house from containing ashes and coffins."
"So I hope you won't play tricks and abide by the spirit of the contract, which is that wind can come in and rain can come in, but the king of elephants can't."
"Otherwise I will file a complaint against you..."
Ye Fan walked up to Shen Bancheng and handed him a business card:
"Just to get acquainted, if you are interested, I will give you a cubicle."
He whispered: "It's more than enough for a family of ten."
Seeing Ye Fan come out, everyone exclaimed again.
Except for those who wanted to rent a cubicle to honor their ancestors, all the other customers frowned, and their strong thoughts of buying a house receded like a tide.
The big bosses of the Ten Thousand Shang Alliance were even more furious and wanted to rush up and strangle Ye Fan to death.
If we do this today, no matter whether we destroy 300 houses or not, the peninsula city-state will probably find it difficult to sell the houses.
After all, what owner wouldn’t feel uncomfortable with the thought of being next to a dead person or their ashes?
What’s even more frightening is that this incident has been broadcast live. When people think of the peninsula city-state in the future, they will never talk about the richest district, but only the place where the dead live.
This also develops a hammer.
"President Shen!"
Ye Fan thrust the business card into Shen Bancheng's hand: "Keep it carefully, maybe you will really need it!"
"Ye Fan——"
Shen Bancheng smashed the business card into pieces, staring at Ye Fan like a murderer: "I will cut you into pieces!"
"Stop talking nonsense!"
Ye Fan took out his cell phone and smiled: "Let Qi Manqing and the others out."
Shen Bancheng sneered: "You ruined my place and you still want me to let him out. Am I crazy?"
He also decided to kill several people from Qin Shijie later to vent his hatred.
"There are not even ten thousand but eight thousand people here today!"
Ye Fan pointed at the crowded scene:
"Tell me, if I shout that there is thunder, how many people will be killed and injured..."
