Chapter 813: Chapter 339: Chopping Right at the Jugular (Part 3)

Oh. I patted my head and thought: two cars for a family should be enough, one extra parking spot as backup, worst case just park outside temporarily.

So you really just copy-pasted Tan Palace wholesale, huh?

But back in 2004, three parking spots per family were indeed enough, whereas now even the nanny needs a little grocery car, and if it’s a family of four plus nanny and chef, you’d have a whole row parked out on the street.

Is that reasonable?!

Logically speaking, given my age and status, I shouldn’t be criticizing a senior in the business circle like this, but I really am disappointed...

It’s so rare to run into a compound that’s scarce, spacious, and private all at once, and then the houses themselves turn out this... unspeakable. I’m heartbroken, and deeply regretful..."

Luo Zhen was completely stunned by the rant.

Speechless, trembling, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles, a thorn in his back.

He wasn’t stupid; of course he could feel Han Lie’s PUMA, but what could he do?

As the saying goes, under a low eave, a man has no choice but to lower his head.

Even if he knew full well that Han Lie was deliberately belittling his own product, so what?

Argue back with reason?

You need real stuff, facts as a foundation!

Every single sentence the man said made sense—what are you going to use, your skull, to butt against that?

Especially that whole spiel Han Lie gave on aesthetics—so high-level, straight to the root of the problem, insight cranked to the max, sharpness off the charts—it shook Luo Zhen so hard he didn’t dare talk back at all.

Okay, at that point it wasn’t even a question of daring to talk back; he was just listening in utter stupefaction.

All that stuff about Fundamentals of Aesthetics, about Master Li Zehou, about "form full of meaning"... damn, bullying me for being a science major, huh?!

Luo Zhen felt his face swelling—hot, burning, and hurting like hell.

There wasn’t really anything to argue, either. The root of it was just terrible taste and lack of foresight. They’d just slapped their heads and copied Tan Palace’s entire planning scheme, without thinking at all about the impact of changing times.

So they’d been selling for years and only moved 10 units, like a running joke in the top-tier rich circle...

Luo Zhen wanted to explain, but once he opened his mouth, he didn’t know where to start.

Han Lie had practically stripped Old Luo’s level and intentions clean, and Luo Zhen couldn’t figure out how, at his age, Han Lie could be this... beyond words.

But he knew that with his own level, he probably couldn’t handle Han Lie.

Too freakish!

So he turned to look at his own property manager and the Taipingfang regional director who’d come along, trying to seek some backup.

The result was that the two subordinates-slash-partners who were usually slick talkers both had their heads down, staring at their toes, not even daring to breathe loudly.

Fuck, useless!

Luo Zhen was furious and disappointed, but he didn’t actually blame them.

Faced with such a terrifying Han Lie, he himself couldn’t manage, so how could he expect his subordinates to turn the tide?

However, what made him more badass than Gao Shen was his toughness.

Even though he’d been blasted into silence, he still hadn’t given up, and he’d very precisely grasped Han Lie’s real needs.

"President Han, a single conversation with you is better than ten years of reading!

Your analysis is so accurate, so valuable!

I won’t hide it from you—our villa sales really aren’t great, they’re way off from what we expected.

We’ve been reflecting on it before, even had a bunch of meetings about it, but you know how it is, people below won’t speak as bluntly as you. They always hold back, bring up little corner-case details and minor issues.

It wasn’t until this frank talk with you that the scales fell from my eyes and I suddenly understood!

Just for what you’ve said, giving you a 20% discount wouldn’t be undeserved!

Once word gets out, it’ll definitely be a story people love to tell!"

Luo Zhen’s smile was a little shaky, but his attitude was sincere. He didn’t go into impotent rage just because of Han Lie’s harsh dressing-down.

He even shamelessly clung to Han Lie, pulling him over to sit on the sofa in the living room.

"Come, come, let’s sit and talk!

Today I just have to hash this out clearly with you!

As long as you’re willing to take it, everything about the price is negotiable. I’d love nothing more than for you to move into Juntin—eight words: shine upon humble walls, honored by your presence!

If I can have a worthy gentleman like you as a neighbor, I’ll definitely come by often to seek your advice. I believe the other owners in Juntin will also be very willing to be friends with you..."

Whoa, this guy’s something.

Han Lie did look at Luo Zhen in a new light.

Regardless of how good he is at his job, just this never-say-die temperament alone means he’ll definitely be able to hold the fort in the future.

"Alright, then let’s talk some more."

Han Lie pulled Pan Ge with him, plunked himself right down in the middle of the sofa like he owned the place, and opened with a slash straight at Little Luo’s carotid artery.

"I’ll be straight with you: if I buy this villa, the first thing I’ll do is strip all the interior decor down to the bare bones and redo it from scratch. I’d estimate it’ll take no less than 50 million to get the result I want..."

Luo Zhen’s brain went woozy; he got numb yet again and again and again.

Good grief, other people open their mouths to bargain, you’re here doing Robin Hood on the rich...

Still, he very much wanted to win Han Lie over.

He’d once heard his father mention Han Lie in a tone of admiration, praising him as a rare young prodigy, extremely capable, with skills and vision far beyond his peers.

Today, he finally experienced that, and deeply realized a certain gap.

This gap doesn’t show on the surface; only when you’re face-to-face can you personally feel it.

But that’s not entirely a bad thing.

The house has to be sold anyway, and the more badass the owner, the better it is for the company—like Jack Ma is for Jiujintang.

If one day Han Lie stands at that "two Mas and one Wang" level, then it’ll be Juntin that’s proud to have him.

And even if he doesn’t reach that height, they still won’t lose out.

Given the current bad environment and tough sales, this is a special case. What’s wrong with giving Han Lie a super most-favored treatment?

With that in mind, Luo Zhen put a lot of sincerity into negotiating with Han Lie.

And then, not long after, he got slashed down until he was foaming at the mouth...

Pan Ge watched this scene with smiling eyes, feeling extraordinarily pleased, and a sense of security welled up inside her.

My good boy is already a strong man who can support a family and won’t get the short end of the stick no matter what he faces...

While she was leisurely watching from the sidelines, the 220,000 per square meter quote was quickly cut down by Han Lie to 145,000.

But that still wasn’t the end.

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It was my birthday yesterday, and I forgot to ask everyone for monthly tickets...