Chapter 815: Chapter 340: Mother-in-law: Die, All of You! (Part 2)

So now, the only question left was—do I give Han Lie the rock-bottom price or not?

Or, change the thinking a bit and look at it from another angle—Is Han Lie the kind of high‑value friend worth putting in serious effort to win over?

Both Luo Zhen and his father were deeply distrustful of stock speculation, private equity, and all kinds of financial gambling, but at the same time, Han Lie was also a high‑end financial dealmaker who could lever bank and large state‑owned enterprise resources...

That was something he couldn’t afford to ignore.

And giving a low price didn’t mean he wouldn’t make money. Back when they quoted 88.88 million, there was still profit in it, let alone now.

Luo Zhen calmed himself down and started reassessing Han Lie, trying to sketch out the man’s profile.

Ten seconds later, the keywords popping up in his mind were still coming in a steady stream—high IQ, jack‑of‑all‑trades, proactive, mature, steady, young...

At the very instant he registered Han Lie’s real age, Luo Zhen finally made up his mind.

He suddenly waved to the people behind him. "You guys go out first."

Once his subordinates and the director from Taiping Property had left, Luo Zhen looked straight at Han Lie and let out a long, heavy breath.

"President Han, 168 million. At that price, this villa is yours."

He clenched his teeth as he spoke. His expression carried struggle, yet deep in his eyes there was a faint trace of relief and ease.

"A hundred thousand per square meter is the floor. In a sense, our Juntin properties are financial products too. I can’t break that line—and you’ll also need to keep this price strictly confidential.

I hope you understand, this really is a jump‑off‑the‑building price that I’d only ever give to top‑tier bosses and my best friends..."

A flash of surprise passed through Pan Ge’s eyes, quickly swallowed up by joy. She instinctively tightened her grip around Doggie’s arm.

Miss Pan wasn’t some little girl who’d never seen big money. For even her to feel pleasantly surprised showed just how successful this round of bargaining had been.

Han Lie straightened his clothes, stood up, and reached out to Luo Zhen with a smile.

When Luo Zhen took his hand with a complicated expression, Han Lie leaned his upper body forward, closing the distance, and gave his shoulder a firm squeeze with his left hand.

"Brother Zhen, thanks!"

The turbulence in Luo Zhen’s heart instantly smoothed out. He could feel Han Lie’s satisfaction, and he could also feel Han Lie’s recognition of him as a person.

So this...didn’t count as a loss, right?!

For top‑spec luxury villas, making less is basically losing money.

Even if they didn’t sell, when the company really needed cash, they could always be mortgaged to the bank for a loan.

The key was to keep the aura up and hold the price line so it didn’t collapse.

As scary as a 170‑million sale price sounded, if you just did the math, the actual profit really wasn’t that great.

If the Luo family was willing to sell at around 120,000 per square meter, those last few villas would’ve probably sold out long ago.

But they refused to trade price for sales volume.

Over time, thanks to its location and unit size, Hua Zhou Juntin—with its strong scarcity—would keep rising along its value curve until it reached a peak, then stay there for about ten years before slowly coming down.

In his previous life, by around 2023, once they realized those remaining few units were basically unsellable, Hua Zhou effectively pulled the listings.

At its highest public quote, that Tudor king‑of‑the‑block villa even went up to 850 million. They never really intended to sell it at all; they kept it as a financial asset on the books.

At their partner banks, they could mortgage it for at least 300 million in cash at any time.

The recognized appraised value was somewhere north of 550 million—pretty outrageous.

Of course, you couldn’t run that play with every villa. For a 21‑villa compound, you had to sell at least 16 units to get past the banks’ risk control, so for now, they still needed to push sales.

Overall, selling to Han Lie at this price basically worked out to neither profit nor loss.

The real outcome would depend on how Han Lie developed in the future, and whether he could provide some kind of support or help to Hua Zhou at a critical moment.

From Han Lie’s perspective, snagging a 1,680‑square‑meter Hua Zhou Juntin villa for just 170 million was obviously a huge win.

If the macro real estate environment weren’t so bad this year, he wouldn’t even have a shot at it.

A pure star private‑equity fund manager wouldn’t be treated this well; a pure real‑estate securitization project specialist wouldn’t be treated this well; even a 45‑year‑old who combined both identities might not get this kind of treatment.

For someone at Han Lie’s age, he was simply too jaw‑dropping, too capable of making people look at him in a different light.

Panzi’s favor was a kind of investment, and wasn’t Luo Zhen’s decisive discount a form of investment too?

"Brother Han, how are you planning to do the interior?"

Now that the deal was set and Han Lie had taken the initiative to call him Brother Zhen, Luo Zhen naturally went with "little brother Han."

To this moment, Han Lie still hadn’t glanced upstairs, nor taken a single step inside. Clearly, he genuinely didn’t think much of the current fit‑out—it wasn’t just a bargaining tactic.

"I’ll tear it all down and start over."

Han Lie chuckled, waving his hand, and without blinking an eye threw all the money he’d just saved right back in.

"Floor budget is 50 million, no upper limit. Let’s do a modern minimalism or modern avant‑garde style, and try to make sure it doesn’t look outdated for at least ten years..."

Well damn.

Luo Zhen couldn’t help clicking his tongue.

"Little brother Han, the renovation on our king‑of‑the‑block unit is rumored to have cost 100 million, but in reality it didn’t even hit 70 million, and that’s after stuffing all kinds of miscellaneous costs in there.

You’re only doing the interior fit‑out here—if you actually throw in seventy or eighty million, it’ll definitely be the absolute ceiling for villas of this size..."

Han Lie waved it off modestly. "The ceiling for modern styles isn’t that high. Whether I can actually spend that much is another question. We’ll see when we get there."