Chapter 1165 - 467: Master of Flattery (Part 2)

For example, if someone has a so-so reputation but is not convenient to offend openly, just give him a sign.

Anyway, he definitely won’t win the hidden bid.

After the bids are opened, the opponent’s purchase price happens to be higher by ten thousand, making him bray angrily. Han Lie then refunded that ten thousand to the winning friend, saying, "Hey, I’m just playing dumbass."

In fact, everyone present had already caught on.

"Hidden bidding... Teacher Han wants to control the market!"

"That’s a given, but I have no objection."

"Exactly, Teacher Han is so generous in his actions, let him control it, after all, he’s not going to screw us over, right?"

"I’m even more interested now, Teacher Han will definitely filter out the bad elements, Dream Garden is worth living in!"

"Can’t complain, I’m convinced!"

"Look, he’s able to make a name in Magic Capital’s financial circle, how could he be an average person?!"

"It’s been so many years, our Mining Province hasn’t seen such a talent... Wow, and when you look at his age, he’s just over 20!"

Everyone was whispering with continuous admiration.

The hidden bid is an open scheme, Han Lie is almost openly telling everyone—Dream Garden is for sale, there are definitely tricks involved, hidden operations, take the bait if you want.

But most people not only didn’t mind, they actually understood it.

Highlighting a sense of reasonableness.

Why is that?

Simply because Han Lie genuinely gave up that prime building, spoke clearly, handled things beautifully, and relieved everyone of pressure.

Next, no matter how irrationally those dozens of 388-square-meter livable small units are called, they top out at thirteen to fourteen thousand per square meter, totaling just over fifty million yuan.

Still quite exaggerated, but not unbearable.

Moreover, through a series of statements, potential customers began to believe that Teacher Han not only had the capability but also the willingness to properly control the resident composition of Dream Garden.

Therefore, they could buy with all the more confidence.

Don’t underestimate the power of this peace of mind; it manifests not only in buying houses but also will have a long-lasting and profound impact on all aspects of Dream City.

—Under Han Lie’s guidance.

...

After another burst of commotion, the frantic bidding atmosphere was finally halted, and people started merrily drinking.

Then, someone suddenly noticed the presence of Pan Dajun.

Since coming to Han Lie’s side, Pan Dajun hadn’t said a word, folding his hands quietly over his abdomen, not even competing for the task of serving dishes or pouring wine done by the two beauties, just following along quietly.

Initially overwhelmed by the shocking news of the hidden bid, no one noticed him.

Before long, someone realized and teased him: "President Pan, you finally hit the jackpot! Whoa, you got a two-billion-dollar prime property for nothing!"

Where there is goodwill, there is also malice.

"Old Pan, care to share your thoughts? The property you worked so hard to build got sold off for a little over a billion, and if not for Teacher Han’s kindness, the profit you made wouldn’t even buy you one prime unit..."

Pan Dajun didn’t bother to respond to him.

Han Lie turned around, breaking into a silent laugh: "No way, Old Pan, why are you following me so quietly? It’s just a house, you can’t be this serious, right?"

He genuinely hadn’t noticed Pan Dajun’s presence; it was too chaotic around, and given how many people were following Brother Lie, how could he pay attention to each one?

Pan Dajun turned slightly, quietly seeking Han Lie’s opinion.

"Teacher Han, I have something I want to say, mind if I go up and say a few words?"

There was a small stage on the side of the banquet hall, meant for performances, equipped with sound devices and a microphone.

Han Lie thought for a moment, then waved his hand freely: "Alright, I guess if I hold you back, you must be feeling quite uncomfortable, but be mindful, we’re from Jin Province, no sappy stuff!"

"Okay!"

Pan Dajun nodded emphatically and walked toward the stage.

Han Lie was also quite curious about what he wanted to say, so he stopped at a table toward the back, folding his hands to wait.

The hall was originally very loud, the coal bosses drinking in high spirits didn’t care about occasion.

However, as more and more people looked at Pan Dajun, naturally, the decibel level began to drop suddenly.

On the small stage, Pan Dajun took the microphone, tapped it twice like an old-timer: "Hello, hello?"

Realizing the amplification was working well, he smiled and raised his left hand.

"Sorry to interrupt your drinking and chatting; I’m Pan Dajun, surely there’s no friend here who doesn’t know me?"

Naturally, there was a wave of heckling from the audience, with all sorts of comments.

No one feared Pan Dajun, but everyone envied Pan Dajun.

One particularly representative heckling was: "Come on, tell us how you managed to flatter Teacher Han, damn, I’m so jealous!"

The laughter was loud, but Pan Dajun remained composed.

He even deliberately responded to his old rival, who was also in real estate.

"Mr. Chen, the word ’flatter’ is not appropriate.

If you’re talking about following loyally, diligently working for Teacher Han, then I surely accept that.

Why am I, Old Pan, putting in so much effort? In the beginning, many people didn’t understand, including you, Old Chen. Do you understand now?"

"Hahahaha!"

"Yeah, Old Chen, envious?"

A burst of laughter erupted from the audience, turning Old Chen’s ears red with anger.

He didn’t dare retort further; mentioning Han Lie in jest was one thing, but mentioning it a second time could lead to unpredictable interpretations.

Pan Dajun made fun of himself and then suddenly turned serious.

"Recently, with Teacher Han’s outstanding achievements reaching Dream City, Dream Garden has risen in value. Many old friends have asked me: Dajun, do you regret it?

If you hadn’t sold it all, had kept half the equity, now you would really be rich!

Frankly, I find such questions particularly boring.

Back to the initial question, why am I willing to diligently work for Teacher Han?

Because during my most difficult times, Teacher Han helped me without holding grudges!

The land for Dream Garden was very expensive, and the development cycle was prolonged under my hands. In every aspect of architectural design and decoration, I painstakingly revised with the utmost sincerity, developing Dream City’s first real luxury house.

But the consequence of inflating costs to the maximum was that my capital chain was on the verge of breaking.

At that time, with Teacher Han’s influence, he could easily have forced me out.

But he didn’t do that; instead, he promptly sent over 650 million in cash as the first purchase payment, securing ownership of Dream Garden through a fair transaction.

Misjudging the situation was my personal mistake, but eventually, it was Teacher Han who covered for me.

Moreover, I can confidently tell everyone that the price was very fair.

How could I not be grateful to Teacher Han?

You only see Dream Garden’s current popularity, but the issue is, if Dream Garden were still mine, what could I possibly do to make it popular?

Yes, Dream Garden is my child and my proudest work, but under my care, it was just my personal dream.

Only in Teacher Han’s hands has it become Dream City’s dream, becoming the indisputable top luxury abode in Jin Province!

Therefore, not only do I not envy but I feel extremely gratified."

Speaking with emotion, Pan Dajun exhaled heavily.

"Just now, Old Liu suddenly rushed into the small hall to tell me, Teacher Han gifted me one of the prime properties in public.

The reason for which I lost my composure in public—’the greatest contributor should hold the highest place in his best work.’

Overpraised!

I deeply feel unworthy of this.

Yet, I can’t hypocritically say I am not delighted.

I’m so happy I could burst!

Money comes second; even if I’m less accomplished, I’ve seen the world a bit and won’t be intimidated by mere property.

What truly overwhelms me is Teacher Han’s recognition!

Upon close introspection, did I truly play any key role that deserves such great affection?

I think not.

It’s simply Teacher Han’s principle of being a person who loves sharing, encouraging, and pursuing win-win cooperation that made me fortunate.

I dare not refuse this gift; I earnestly hope to settle in Dream Garden. I also look forward to the day I run into you by the lake with a smile.

However, Teacher Han’s willingness to share is his character, but I can’t thick-skinnedly accept it just like that.

After much deliberation, here’s what I decided to do—

I will take out 50 million in cash, jointly in Teacher Han and my name, to donate to Teacher Han’s alma mater, Dream City No.2 Middle School.

Also, the city plans to renovate the old road outside People’s Park, behind Dream Garden.

I will donate another 50 million, with only one request—that the new road after renovation be named Han Lie Road!

To commemorate and commend Teacher Han’s extraordinary contribution to the market prosperity of Dream City..."

With a roar, the entire hall erupted.

Damn!

Old Pan, you still say you can’t flatter?!

This is flattering beyond measure, right?

Ridiculous doesn’t begin to describe it; I am willing to call you... the King of Flattery!