The building renovations and wall murals were mostly finished, and work on the back courtyard began right afterward.
The Prado sat smack in the middle of the courtyard. The Construction Team's workers carried materials around it, back and forth. They said nothing, but their faces spelled it out: this thing was fucking in the way.
Wang Xiaoliang sent Liu Chengyi a message: The company has a Prado for sale. Anyone interested should get in touch within two days.
He had been thinking about this for a long time. Xie Hui's advice had been to keep it, leave it alone. Sell it, and people would say he was squandering the family assets.
That did make sense.
But it really was in the way.
He had a price in mind; he had already checked the used-car market. As for the money spent on modifications, he had Li Yongling dig through the old accounts. He stared at the figure she found for a few seconds without saying anything. That money was gone.
On the afternoon of the last day he had specified, Chen Jiye arrived.
Today he was no longer Lord Guan but Judge Bao, his face thunderously dark.
Now Wang Xiaoliang knew where things stood.
Chen Jiye walked around the car, then reached out and patted the door, his nails tapping crisply against the paintwork.
"How much?"
Wang Xiaoliang named a figure well above market price, enough to recoup a little of the modification costs.
Chen Jiye did not haggle.
He took out a cigarette, lit it, and took two drags, smoke streaming from his nostrils.
"All right, this one it is. You're ruthless." He flicked off some ash. "This car is only worth that much because it belonged to Boss."
The money was transferred to Yi Jiahui.
They arranged a time