When Wei Zhiyuan was young, he was very focused and ignored everything he was not interested in even if he saw it.

He took him into a shopping mall and asked him what he sold inside after he came out. Usually Wei Zhiyuan would look confused and couldn't help but look back at the window before answering. If his answer was very smooth, it would mean that there was most of what he wanted inside.

At that time, Wei Qian could only judge what he liked through this method.

Xiaoyuan is not like Xiaobao.

When Xiaobao was very young, his family was in a very difficult situation. Wei Qian was also young. He didn't know how to control his temper. Xiaobao herself might not remember it very much, but for a while, she didn't dare to ask her elder brother for something blatantly. However, every time she encountered something she liked, Xiaobao would keep her neck breaking and her eyes off the window, and turned around in three steps and reluctantly.

It can be seen that "not daring to ask" and "not want" are two completely different concepts.

Wei Zhiyuan was born to restrain his desires than other children, so accordingly, his temper seemed to be more gentle than other children.

But Wei Qian knew that the temperament that "restrained" was not the true nature after all, just like "not caring, not being angry" and "smiling and not getting angry, and then taking revenge when the time is ripe". Although the first reaction of encountering things is very similar, their differences are like a galaxy.

Wei Zhiyuan, a child, is extreme, narrow-minded, has a strong sense of frustration and a poor sense of security. These are nothing. The fatal thing is that he is too smart. For a while, Wei Qian always felt like a dangerous bomb that was always ready to explode. Later, a sexual orientation problem broke out. I don’t know if it was Wei Qian’s psychological effect. He almost felt that Wei Zhiyuan’s gloom and difficult communication had reached a new level.

In the past two years, as Wei Zhiyuan matures day by day, the sharpness that made Wei Qian uneasy gradually calmed down. Wei Qian even had the illusion that his personality changed when he grew up. But he realized that Wei Zhiyuan had not changed. It was just that as his thoughts increased, he felt that others disagree with some of his remarks and attitudes, and deliberately hid it.

After Wei Zhiyuan finished saying that, Wei Qian didn't react for a while. The touch on his neck was lingering, as if Wei Zhiyuan pressed a few burning handprints on his neck, which became hotter and hotter.

Wei Qian has always lacked money and beating, but he certainly felt abnormal, but what is wrong with it? He instinctively did not want to think deeper. He obeyed this instinct, and then became angry and looked at Wei Zhiyuan sternly: "What do you mean?"

Wei Zhiyuan stood up silently, and he already felt that he had just said nothing.

The elder brother has never intended to find a partner, but he is young and handsome, even successful and has a bright future. Even if it doesn't seem easy to contact at first glance, there will still be women and even men who like him one after another. Wei Zhiyuan has always had such hidden worries in his heart. His elder brother is like a gem polished by time and life, not only he has eyes.

However, hidden worries are just hidden worries after all, but who knew that they were called out in person by Sanpang without warning that day.

Wei Zhiyuan is not ready yet.

When he pinched the photo of the strange girl, there was a heat of almost hatred in his heart. It swept out almost without any difference, against Sanpang, against the strange girl he had never seen before, and even against his brother.

He had a heart like an abyss. When he thought he was going to lose this person for the first time, the door to the abyss opened once and was involved in a life, and this was the second time.

Finally, there was only one voice left in Wei Zhiyuan's ears: He is mine! It is mine!

Wei Zhiyuan suddenly grabbed the armrests on both sides of Wei Qian's chair, and terrible blue veins burst out with his hands - it was an action that trapped Wei Qian in the chair.

His heartbeats like a rumble drum, his pupils magnified violently, and fine sweat leaching from his forehead and palms, staring at the face, eyes, body and everything he longed for.

Wei Zhiyuan himself didn't know what he would do.

At this moment, the door outside suddenly rang heavily. Song Xiaobao's schoolbag weighing several pounds probably slid off her and hit the door. Then the sound of her taking out the key to open the door. The sound of a cold metal collision between the keys broke the suffocating atmosphere between the two.

Wei Zhiyuan bit his tongue hard, and the smell of blood was full of blood. His hands on the handle of the chair were numb.

Xiaobao's loud voice rang outside: "Brother! I saw your shoes, when did you come back?"

Wei Zhiyuan slowly let go of his hand, and then he felt that his brain was a little hypoxia, and his chest was aching. His face turned pale and he reached out to hold the place where he was hit by the dictionary.

Wei Qian stood up and walked out. Wei Zhiyuan leaned on his desk and heard the conversation in the living room.

Wei Qian: "I just arrived, have you had dinner?"

Xiaobao complained and said coquettishly: "I don't eat, the teacher doesn't let me eat. The exam is about to happen, she also asked me to lose weight and starve me to death."

Wei Qian: "There is no one left, you have to lose money. Your teacher is crazy? How can you not eat? You still have to attend classes. Can you bear it?"

Xiaobao smiled "hehe" and learned to dance and pulled out her body strips. Her thin arms and legs looked long and her hands and feet. She was so light and beautiful that she couldn't say. Only with her voice, she still returned to her as a silly girl with no image: "I can bear it. If I can pass the professional exam, I can pass the cultural class. To be honest, doing math homework is much more painful than running with an empty stomach."

After she said that, she threw down her schoolbag and rushed to Old Lady Song's room with a full breath, screaming: "Grandma! I, Hu Hansan, are back!"

Wei Qian: "Don't jump around, be careful to come up to you downstairs."

Song Xiaobao fully explained what "smart-retarded children are more happy" with his actions, and said crisply: "Come and come and find them, I'll dance to them, hahahahaha!"

When she came back alone, the noise index of the whole house immediately rose. She was full of her "wala" jokes and sounds, from whom she fell to a big gang today, to whom she shaved her eyebrows and forgot to draw them - I don't know how she felt so much emotion and fun.

Wei Qian only felt that five hundred big ducks were lined up by him.

He rubbed his temples and slowly exhaled a breath of stagnant air.

Wei Zhiyuan heard the sound of the door, turned his head and saw Wei Qian walked in.

Wei Qian turned his hand and closed the door, looked at Wei Zhiyuan with a complicated expression, and finally sighed: "Where did you smash it just now? Come here and I'll take a look."

Wei Zhiyuan's chest was covered with a large area of ​​blood, and he looked scary.

Wei Qian took out the ointment for the bruising and injury, bent down and applied medicine to him. Wei Zhiyuan, who had calmed down, suffered a tragic pain and happiness.

After taking the medicine, Wei Qian threw the ointment box into his arms and whispered: "I'm so angry that I'm so angry. Go back and reflect on myself."

Wei Zhiyuan knew that this matter had been revealed.

For the next good period, Wei Qian had no time to take care of him. He neither took time to meet the girl introduced by Sanpang, nor did he worry about Wei Zhiyuan's personality becoming more and more distorted as he grew, and his sexual orientation that was already unpredictable.

The pre-sale payment period for the City C project has begun.

Mr. Zhang's blind confidence that came from somewhere was finally extinguished by the dismal internal control table, and Wei Qian's premonition became true.

Project companies generally have their own sales teams. How to sell and how much they sell, these are all project managers, and they just need to report to shareholders of both parties. This time, the legal representatives of the two major shareholders, Lao Xiong and Mr. Zhang, went to take charge of the sales team personally.

First, there are overwhelming advertisements, but they are useless. The permanent residents in City C are not that large at all, and they cannot digest this size at all. The vacation and recuperation villa itself is also aimed at foreign tourists who come here to travel, but there are too many similar products. The competitors are such as "private manors in forest parks" and "mountain and tower seclusion holy place". The concept of recuperation mentioned by Mr. Zhang, which is like the "hospice care elderly museum" has no competitiveness at all.

Each company is competing for beauty, and each company has its own highlights, but when there are too many highlights, it becomes a dazzling sight - the local villa market has already shown an obvious buyer's market. [Note]

Speaking of which, if you go out for a trip, you can buy a house in the local area and buy a bun in the local area. How many can you find in China?

These buns each have their own homes and businesses, so of course they cannot live in permanent residence. They have been very "stupid" when they set up a property-owned hotel apartment for one or two days a year. How many people will spend a lot of money to buy a villa that is inconvenient to enter and exit?

The money problem is still small, isn’t it troublesome to find someone to take care of?

Later, Lao Xiong and the others also tried to conduct "discounted internal sales" among their respective old customer groups, but they still ended in failure.

At this time, they used to do extensive projects, without brand characteristics or even fixed products, and the disadvantages of this type of ultra-high-end project have been highlighted, with obvious faults in the customer base of this ultra-high-end project and the urban residential groups and even small-scale commercial real estate they have worked in before.

In short, few old customers can afford it. Not to mention buying, they are too lazy to even follow.

For a while, they almost gave up their efforts to "sell" and wanted to turn to "rental" and rent them to certain tourist institutions or hotel institutions to switch to villa-style resort hotels.

This proposal was unanimously approved by shareholders of both parties, but not with the financial pressure caused by renting only but not selling, this large villa area could not even be rented out.

Only a few hotel management companies have expressed their interest, but they have proposed to either buy or rent, just manage it for them. They not only have to bear the management costs, but also have to bear the risk of profit and loss of the villa and hotel every year.

At this point, they seemed to have reached a dead end.

However, this is not the most terrifying thing.

You should know that even if the land was cheap back then, the entire project would cost hundreds of millions, and most of the funds were borrowing.

"Leverage" [Note] is a double-edged sword in capital-intensive industries. It can ride the wind and waves and can also bite back. The loan is based on the repayment plan of the year. There is no sales reimbursement now, so where can I get the money to pay it back?

The loan contract does not have a limit on death, and it stipulates that when some situations occur, repayment can be delayed for one year, but all conditions are based on the good project efficiency and delaying repayment can bring expected and greater returns, and they do not meet any of them.

As winter approaches, it also means that the repayment period is imminent.

Every day it is colder and hundreds of millions of debts are like the sword of Damocles hanging above his head, shaking day by day.

Only two villas were sold, and one of them was bought by Lao Xiong himself.

In early December, Lao Xiong came back, and the people at the headquarters almost couldn't recognize him. The fat-headed fish with a large slit of eyes seemed to have gone to get fat, and her face and outline were so thin that her slim skin made him look like he was ten years older.

Wei Qian and Sanpang are in charge of the entire headquarters. They visit the debtors every day as they run tiredly, struggling to find a turnaround for this matter.

Wei Qian knocked on the door of Lao Xiong's office, and a deep groove was almost twisting between his eyebrows: "Bear..."

The old bear raised his hand and stopped him.

He avoided Wei Qian's gaze and said in a faint voice: "Pour me a glass of water first."

Wei Qian took a deep breath, poured a glass of cold water silently, placed it in front of him with a "bang", and sat directly on Lao Xiong's desk, and said angrily: "Drink, I'll choke you to death."

Lao Xiong did not respond, drank the water in one breath, and then wiped his mouth: "Call everyone and hold an emergency meeting."

Wei Qian rushed out angrily.

Ten minutes later, the headquarters owners, including managers and ordinary employees, all gathered in the conference room. Lao Xiong sat in the position where the executive director had been empty for more than half a year, silent like a big clock that was dumbfounded, staring at his hands in a daze.

The conference room was silent, waiting for this dual spiritual and practical leader to explain the current dilemma.

After a few unbearable minutes, Lao Xiong finally spoke: "I have opposed the whole project and must be promoted. The current situation is also caused by me, and I personally bear all the responsibility."

Wei Qian felt that the rhythm was not right. Just as he was about to speak, Lao Xiong seemed to feel something. He raised his head and snatched the conversation: "Mr. Wei, you have any objections later. Let me announce this decision first."

Wei Qian leaned against the back of the chair, turned the pen in his hand around, looked at Sanpang, thinking that this matter might be a bad thing.

Sure enough, Lao Xiong continued: "Now, regarding this matter, I propose two solutions to the problem. Please let everyone - and the relevant decision-makers listen and make a decision."

He took a deep breath and stood up.

"First, from now on, I will take all the responsibilities. I will acquire your equity at a reasonable price. If the company eventually goes bankrupt, the limited liability person will leave. If the unlimited liability person is forced to bear joint and several liability, I will send you an agreement. You can all seek compensation from me. Within ten working days, you can start to resign."

As soon as Lao Xiong finished speaking, the underground began to whisper.

Sanpang finally couldn't help but speak out: "Okay, okay, let's be quiet - Brother Xiong, what's your bad idea? Before you go bankrupt, you cut off your way out? Do others have no responsibility? I think I have responsibility. If we all disagree at the beginning, can your project proposal be pushed?"

The old bear smiled miserably and said softly: "You are all tied to the boat by me."

Wei Qian: "Okay, don't be nonsense. Say something useful, what's happening before bankruptcy."

Lao Xiong looked at him deeply and raised the sign of the executive director on his desk: "The second plan is to give up my seat. From now on, I will not have any say in the company's decision-making. I am only responsible for taking the final responsibility. President Wei will replace me as the executive director."

Everyone's eyes were focused on Wei Qian, and the corners of Wei Qian's eyes jumped up.

Old Xiong turned to him quietly: "Mr. Wei, you can express your opinions now."

The author has something to say: [Note] Buyer's Market: In short, there are fewer people who buy and more people who sell, and there is oversupply, and the market is dominated by the buyer.
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