Twenty million?
Too little.
Jiang Hao shook his head.
Everyone in the Guo Family widened their eyes. Guo Bingrong's second brother asked in disbelief, "Don't tell me you want two hundred million!"
Guo Bingrong frowned deeply, feeling that the other party was being excessive.
However, he had spent years in business, and the Guo Family possessed assets worth hundreds of billions. Even if Jiang Hao was asking an outrageous price, it was not enough to make him angry.
Ma Xiaoling's heart pounded in shock.
She already considered twenty million an astronomical sum, yet this guy actually wanted two hundred million.
Was he crazy?
At that moment, Jiang Hao spoke, still wearing a faint smile. "If I handle this matter, even if it costs two hundred million, you'll only profit, never lose."
"Oh? How so?" Guo Bingrong asked.
"First, if this plot becomes wasteland, the Guo Family will lose one billion. Of course, you can find someone else to handle it—I have no objections. I just don't know whether they can achieve what I can."
"Second, if this matter is handled properly, not only will the Guo Family not lose money, you may even earn more than before."
"Once the feng shui formation is set up, this will no longer be Yin land but blessed land. Shouldn't a place like that sell at a higher price?"
"You sell real estate. Put a little park with a few trees beside it, and you can promote it as a 'forest oxygen bar, a secret sanctuary for wellness.' Add a small pond, and it becomes 'lake-view villas, waterside gardens.'"
"If there's a bank nearby, you dare call it 'surrounded by the city's financial center.' If there's an elementary or middle school nearby, that's even more impressive: 'a scholarly residence, a prestigious academy.'"
"Once this