When Li Ye learned about the Sanli River project, he understood that such a massive relocation project was bound to draw attention from all sides. No matter who it was, no one could play too wildly in it; they had to show some restraint.
So Duoxing had spent eighteen hundred to buy something worth twenty-two hundred, while only fifteen hundred had actually been recorded. That hole had to be plugged somehow.
It was just like in a workshop: if you gave your cronies or the troublemakers an extra fifty yuan in bonuses, you had to dock fifty from the oxen and horses—the honest, obedient workers—to make up for it. Otherwise, were you going to pay out of your own pocket to fill the hole?
So who was going to make up for the hole Duoxing had created?
Number Eight was better than Li Ye's Number Seven, yet it had sold for only twenty-four hundred. Li Ye had spent a full thirty million on something worth twenty-two hundred. Wasn't that eight million being made up from Li Ye's side?
If Li Ye returned this land now and then took thirty million to buy the better Number Eight, do you think that guy would sell it?
A flip of the hand meant six million in profit. Wouldn't he do it?
Even a contractor with only an elementary school education could calculate that economic account. Li Ye was, at the very least, an intellectual—how could he possibly fail to see it clearly?
But Wang Bingxian would not have it. He tossed down his teacup. "Brother Li, this... is rather disloyal of you. I kindly transferred this property to you, and now you... want to slap me in the face?"
Li Ye feigned surprise. "Mr. Wang, you must have misunderstood, right? Didn't you say