Free Web NovelChapter 2123: Chapter 2083: It’s Just Money, Isn’t It?
Early the next morning, Ye Qiu got up early and returned to Ye Family Village with Li Qianqian and the others.
Although it wasn’t the New Year time, Ye Family Village was as lively as if it were.
The people Ye Qiu called had already set up many lights in Ye Family Village, making the village very pretty at night. Of course, during the day, the micro-style architecture with white walls and black tiles was already quite nice.
Ye Qiu planned to make Ye Family Village even more beautiful.
But of course, that wasn’t the focus, because today the issue to resolve was buying the mountain range a few miles around Longkou.
After returning to Ye Family Village, Ye Qiu first had breakfast and then went to the village committee with Ye Weidong.
At the village committee, besides Ye Weidong Father and Son, there was Ye Family Village’s Ye Village Chief and other village cadre representatives from neighboring villages, as well as the representative of the forestry manager.
Besides them, a representative from the Zhu Family Grave was also present.
The saying goes, "Enemies meet with particular hostility."
Now, it seemed it was indeed like that.
But Ye Qiu couldn’t even bother to glance at the representatives from the Zhu Family Grave.
"Boss Ye, this is the representative from the Zhu Family Grave, he also wants to buy that mountain range," said Ye Village Chief.
He hadn’t anticipated the Zhu Family Grave’s descendants would hear about it and know that Ye Weidong Father and Son wanted to purchase that mountain range, and these descendants shouldn’t be underestimated.
A clan like theirs couldn’t compare to traditional clans of the past.
But when it comes to the ancestral burial grounds, they are more willing to spend money.
"Our view is, whoever offers more money gets to buy that mountain in Longkou," another village chief said.
They thought a million Huaxia Yuan was already a lot.
Unexpectedly, another buyer emerged.
They were naturally excited.
"Ten million," Ye Qiu said.
"Our Zhu Clan offers ten million one hundred thousand."
The middle-aged man said.
"Twenty million."
Ye Qiu added.
Twenty million?
The village chiefs around were even more surprised.
"Our Zhu Clan offers twenty million one hundred thousand."
The middle-aged man still said calmly.
"Fifty million."
Ye Qiu directly stated.
Fifty million?
This was unbelievable; every household could get millions.
In Ye Village Chief’s view, this was plenty.
However, the middle-aged man from the Zhu Clan still said, "We offer fifty million one hundred thousand."
Actually, at this price, it was a bit of a struggle for their Zhu Clan. Although some members were genuinely wealthy and might contribute a significant portion, perhaps others could only contribute a few hundred or thousand.
The saying "many hands make light work," but whether this amount could be gathered was uncertain.
The middle-aged man thought Ye Qiu would give up, but Ye Qiu said, "Isn’t it just money? Eighty million."
Eighty million?
Ye Weidong’s expression changed, thinking it wasn’t worth it.
Even if Ye Qiu wanted to give their grandfather a lavish burial, it wasn’t necessary to spend this much money.
Eighty million could do many things.
Though he knew Ye Qiu had money, spending eighty million to buy a place that was just for the dead, he truly felt it wasn’t worth it.
The village chiefs and representatives around had expressions even more drastically changed, unsure if it was surprise or contemplating how to split the money.
And that middle-aged man from the Zhu Clan said, "Ladies and gentlemen, I need to go outside to make a phone call."
Obviously, it had exceeded their expectations.
In their view, fifty million was already tough to gather.
Now it was eighty million.
Eighty million in cash could literally crush a person to death.
The middle-aged man went out, and about ten minutes later, he returned saying, "We offer eighty million one hundred thousand."
Clearly, after lengthy discussion with the other side, they could still come up with that amount; aside from some truly wealthy people among the Zhu Family Grave descendants contributing, they’d have to collect from other regular people, as there were tens of thousands of them, so headcount collection should work.
Ye Qiu looked contemptuously and said, "One billion Huaxia Yuan."
One billion Huaxia Yuan?
Other than Ye Qiu, everyone else was stunned; Ye Qiu actually wanted to spend a billion to buy that mountain land.
Is that really worthwhile?
Calculating, those village cadre saw each household would get two to three million, which was a big sum!
"Young man, don’t boast if you don’t have the money. Can you really come up with a billion?" The middle-aged man looked at Ye Qiu, asking in disbelief.
Since when did Ye Family Village produce such a wealthy individual, and yet he himself wasn’t aware?
"Haha, isn’t it just a billion? If you Zhu Family Grave’s descendants don’t have the money, then get out. You’ve already lost face for your ancestors once."
"You, wait, I’ll go make a phone call."
The middle-aged man went out.
It’s a billion, not fifty million, nor one million.
Obviously, collecting this money from regular folks would be highly challenging.
After going out, this time he made calls for nearly half an hour.
From his expression.
It was clear they had debated this for a long time before making a decision.
"We offer one billion one hundred thousand," the middle-aged man said.
One billion one hundred thousand?
The surrounding village representatives laughed even more, seeing that the Zhu Family Grave descendants really wanted to stick at it with Ye Weidong Father and Son, and likely wouldn’t admit defeat.
"Two billion."
Ye Qiu directly stated.
Two billion?
The middle-aged man almost couldn’t sit steadily, pointing at Ye Qiu, unable to speak, as if in his eyes, money was just not money.
This, how is it possible?
"How about it, Mr. Zhu, it’s uncertain if the Zhu Family Grave’s descendants can still pay," Ye Qiu coldly asked.
"I, I need to make a call."
He went out again.
This time, after making calls for nearly forty minutes, he came in with a somewhat difficult expression saying, "Ladies and gentlemen, this matter is highly significant because the amount involved is so large, we need to return and convene a meeting of representatives."
It is clear without saying that they certainly couldn’t come up with that much money.
Two billion, no matter how generous, even wealthy people probably wouldn’t contribute a few million or tens of millions for that Zhu Family Grave.
The middle-aged man stood up and went out, boarding a Crown sedan, and left. Ye Qiu said, "Initially, I wanted to settle it for a million, but you were too greedy; now I don’t want to spend a penny."
Not spending a penny?
"Mr. Ye, you?"
Originally, a million was quite a sum, but unexpectedly, these Zhu Family Grave descendants intervened, making Ye Qiu unwilling to bother.
When Ye Qiu and Ye Weidong were ready to leave, Ye Weidong finally smiled, truly relieved not to have spent two billion for buying that mountain for his father’s burial.
After the two left, the village representatives were still calculating per household distribution, but unexpectedly now, the other party didn’t want to buy for a million.
When Ye Qiu and Ye Weidong went outside, Ye Weidong said, "Ye Qiu, you almost scared me just now, planning to spend two billion?"
"Dad, it’s not that I don’t have the money, nor am I unwilling to spend it; it’s just they’re too greedy. However, I think they’ll come begging for us soon."
