Song Ning warmly shook hands with Secretary Wu and exchanged pleasantries with him for a moment.
Then she explained why she had come.
"What? You want to transfer all the land you hold? You have no idea! Our commune's plots are the most sought-after in all of Luohu District right now! Even if you don't develop them yourself, just hold on to them for another six months or a year, and who knows how many times the price will multiply!"
Song Ning smiled. "I can't help it! I'm a little short on cash, so I want to free up some money for investments!"
Secretary Wu did not try to persuade her further. He had met plenty of big bosses like her.
They constantly moved their money from one venture to another. Some made money with money, growing their fortunes with every turn.
Others made one careless mistake and lost everything.
In Shen City, stories like these could be heard every day.
Secretary Wu chuckled. "All right! Every plot you hold is grade A, Boss Song. I'll have to screen the buyers carefully for you. There are plenty of bosses eyeing good land like yours right now!"
Song Ning smiled. "Sorry for the trouble, Secretary Wu!"
Secretary Wu invited Song Ning and the others to sit in the reception room and sent someone to fetch the register.
It contained the details left by interested buyers.
The register had barely arrived when several people rushed through the reception room door.
The man leading them wore a wool coat and had slicked-back hair. He looked to be in his early thirties.
As soon as he entered, he seized Secretary Wu's shoulders with both hands and shook him, shouting in broken Mandarin:
"Secretary Wu! I heard someone's selling land! The very plots I had