Fang Pengyuan couldn't help but be stunned. He didn't understand why Ding Fan concealed the usage area from shareholders.
The matter was so important that Fang Pengyuan quickly put down his chopsticks and asked cautiously: "How many square meters is that tomb?"
"It's close to 4,000 square meters!"
Fang Pengyuan was stunned again. Fang Pengyuan didn't know what to say. Wu Yahuan frowned and poured him a glass of beer himself. "The area disclosed to shareholders is accurate. It is not a secret."
"This..." Fang Pengyuan thought for a while and said, "Brother, just tell me clearly, what are your plans?"
"I suspected that there might be cultural relics in this tomb, but the archaeological department said there were none. I was worried that if anything was really excavated, the project would not need to be carried out. So, I hid the matter." Ding Fan said.
Fang Pengyuan's eyes widened and he was very surprised. As a real estate company, he certainly knew what it meant to dig out cultural relics. He stopped all work to protect cultural relics without any conditions!
"I'm afraid it won't be easy to deal with?" Fang Pengyuan said worriedly.
"I just doubt it. It's more likely that it doesn't happen. It's just a false alarm."
Ding Fan waved his hand, poured out some beer, dipped his fingers in it, drew a sketch on the table, and explained it. Wu Yahuan also stood up and came to watch.
There is a short passage between tomb chamber No. 6 and tomb chamber 7. Ding Fan’s idea is to seal up tomb chamber No. 7 and leave a small door before starting the project. The passage in the middle will be transformed into several offices.
That room is for your own use and no one is allowed to enter.
In this way, Tomb No. 7 can be effectively protected and treated as if it does not exist.
When the project is completed, we can then study the tomb chamber. By then, the work is done. Even if the relevant departments discover cultural relics, it will not affect the operation of the martial arts center.
Of course, the most hopeful thing is that there will be no cultural relics. By then, the underground sporting goods shopping mall can continue to expand its area.
Fang Pengyuan understood that Ding Fan wanted to keep the secret of this tomb for the sake of the overall situation. Moreover, just leaving a door open could not be included in the project.
"We are really cautious. If it doesn't work, we will find someone to do it ourselves." Wu Yahuan said impatiently.
"Easy to say, easy to say." Fang Pengyuan promised, "No problem, I will take people to do it tomorrow."
"You don't need Director Fang's people, I will arrange the work, and you can direct and supervise the work." Wu Yahuan added that once the news leaks, the shareholders will have ideas.
Are there really cultural relics?
But what Wu Yahuan did was exactly what he hoped for most, "That's okay! Try to get it done within three days."
"Thank you for your hard work, Director Fang!" Ding Fan thanked him with his hands.
"Brother has helped me so much, it's nothing. When the time comes, I can buy a movable bookcase to block the small door so no one will find it." Fang Pengyuan said.
"I can bear this cost." Wu Yahuan said.
"It doesn't cost much."
"It's better for me to take it. I can't take the account."
"Then let me take it!" Fang Pengyuan said generously.
"Don't make simple things so complicated, okay?" Wu Yahuan frowned.
"That's fine, just listen to Director Wu's arrangements." Fang Pengyuan broke into a cold sweat, saying and doing nothing was right.
What attracts Ding Fan the most about this project is Tomb No. 7. This is a bad idea, but there is no good way, because Ding Fan cannot guarantee when the secret of this tomb can be cracked.
Wu Yahuan and Fang Pengyuan exchanged contact information and will start the matter tomorrow to prevent long nights and dreams. Fang Pengyuan repeatedly promised that he would keep the secret strictly and would not tell his wife, but he could not guarantee that no one in the archeology department would leak it.
This is what Ding Fan is worried about, so he can only resort to tricks in the hope that he can get the treasure in the tomb as soon as possible.
After completing this matter, Ding Fan breathed a sigh of relief, had a drink with Fang Pengyuan, and said with a smile: "Director Fang, you asked me to have dinner here, you must have other things to do, right?"
"Haha, I can't hide anything from my brother. If you can do it, don't be embarrassed. If you can't, don't make it difficult." Fang Pengyuan chuckled.
Wu Yahuan, the boss, was not happy. He spent such a small amount of money on a meal and had other intentions. Fang Pengyuan could be considered a very stingy person.
Fang Pengyuan said that Pang Nan, the chairman of this hotel, was also a friend of him. Things were not going well recently and he wanted to find someone to help solve the problem. He immediately thought of Ding Fan.
Fang Pengyuan wanted to speak several times, but was embarrassed. Ding Fan was now worth hundreds of millions and looked down on such a small amount of money.
"I thought, just treat it as a help from a friend, with many connections. He is quite stingy, and he may not be able to give much money." Fang Pengyuan said with a smile.
"It is the duty of a brother to tell fortunes and eliminate disasters for others, not to make more or less." Ding Fan agreed with a smile.
Fang Pengyuan was very excited and put his hand on Ding Fan's shoulder, "Brother is really a person who does great things. In fact, if you hadn't asked me, I would have been embarrassed to say it!"
"Director Fang's friends are also my friends!"
"Then I'll ask him to come over?"
"no problem!"
Fang Pengyuan took out his mobile phone and made a call. Ten minutes later, a thin man in a suit and leather shoes walked in with a smile, holding a fruit plate in his hand, which contained nothing but oranges, bananas and the like.
"Lao Fang, you invited the master here without saying hello in advance. This table is free of charge!" Pang Nan said seemingly generously.
A table of meals was a reward, but Fang Pengyuan had no money to treat him, which made him a little embarrassed, his smile was quite forced, and he even felt a little nosy.
I don’t know Ding Fan, and I don’t know Wu Yahuan either!
Pang Nan didn't have many friends and didn't know much about the business world in Jingyang. He was just a businessman who made money.
Moreover, Pang Nan saw that the so-called master was actually a young man, with a bit of distrust in his slanted eyes. Because of Fang Pengyuan's face, he sat down.
Pang Nan is only about 1.5 meters tall and has an average appearance. The key is that he is too thin. The ill-fitting suit he wears has long cuffs that almost cover his fingernails. After sitting down, he rolled up his sleeves.
However, a person should not be judged by his appearance. This person has extremely bright eyes and has abundant land, house and palace. He is also a wealthy man.
Ding Fan also noticed that although his hands were very thin, they were covered with subtle lines. In physiognomy, this was a hand shape that was very good at managing money through frugality.
"Master Ding, things have not been going well lately. It seems like we have hit a disaster star. Please give me some guidance." Pang Nan said politely.
"You always lose money lately, right?" Ding Fan asked directly.
"yes!"
Pang Nan couldn't help but be stunned, but he didn't expect Ding Fan to spot it right when he came up. Pang Nan lived a careful and careful life and never wasted or extravagant. When he lost money, he was not only distressed but also extremely embarrassed, so naturally he would not talk about it to anyone.
Boy, I have a moment!
However, what Ding Fan said next made Pang Nan dumbfounded. He quickly stood up and poured Ding Fan a glass of wine.