The Almighty God of War of the Female President

There are some stones, wood, and a pile of sand piled up at the gate of the construction site to prevent vehicles from passing.In front of the door stood six gangsters holding steel pipes, and on both sides of the door stood twenty or thirty middle-aged and elderly people.

Seeing this situation, Wen Qianya's face turned pale with fright, her legs trembled.

A middle-aged woman came up and said to Yu Zhiyuan:

"Mr. Yu, didn't you ask the chairman or president of Wenxi Group to talk to us? Where are they?"

Yu Zhiyuan glanced at Wen Qianya behind him and said, "The chairman is not in good health, the president is here. She is the new president of Wenxi Group."

"What? She's the president?"

All the owners cried out in disbelief.

"She's still a little girl, how could she be the president of Wenxi Group?"

"People are beautiful, but they are too tender. Being a model or an actor is about the same."

Wen Qianya was blushed and heart-beating by their gossip, panicked and at a loss.

Ye Xiang quickly reminded her with a dry cough: You have to act like a CEO, don't be too flustered, and be sophisticated.

Wen Qianya suppressed her nervousness, walked in front of the owners, and said in a trembling voice:
"I'm the president of Wenxi Group. If you have any requirements, please ask me."

A middle-aged man wearing glasses stepped forward and said:

"President Wen, you are so young and beautiful, you must be the president of Wenxi Group, you must be outstanding. I hope you will put people first, consider the interests of our owners, and deal with our problems humanely."

First, a gentle man comes up to negotiate with the new president:

"Our house price in the first phase is nearly 2000 yuan per square meter higher than that in the second phase. The shape and quality of the house are the same. This is unreasonable. Please Wenxi Group refund us the money we overcharged."

Wen Qianya looked serious, but her voice was very immature:

"Your problems can be reflected, but it is wrong for you to use this method."

She wanted to adopt a strategy of delaying the attack, first solve the problem of blocking the door, and then say:

"The problem you reported is not a small problem. Our company's board of directors needs to discuss it before deciding it. You have to give us a few days. First, remove the thing blocking the door. Blocking the door like this to prevent the pump truck from entering and exiting. It affects the pouring progress and the quality of the house."

The main businessmen looked at each other in blank dismay, and turned to look at a man holding a steel pipe at the door.

If the text is not good, the martial arts will come up.

The man was about 30 years old, wearing long-sleeved trousers, and it was impossible to tell whether he had tattoos on his body.But judging from his sinister eyes and aggressive expression, he is not the owner, but a gangster on the road.

There is also a scar at the corner of his eye, which looks a little scary.

He walked up to Wen Qianya, raised the corner of his mouth mockingly and said:
"Beautiful CEO, you are so immature and beautiful, but you are very good at speaking. You want us to retreat first, and then give us Tai Chi for two or three years, don't you?"

Wen Qianya looked at him with some fear, and asked tenderly:
"What do you want?"

"What do I want? Hmph."

The scarred man glanced back at the door barrier, snorted coldly and said:

"We will not remove this barrier until the money is delivered to us."

"You." Wen Qianya turned pale with anger, "It's illegal for you to do this."

"It's illegal for you Wenxi Group to overcharge us."

Several owners came up to help.

"We were overcharged, we should be refunded, and we should be charged interest."

The owners came up one after another, besieging Wen Qianya with all their tongues.

Wen Qianya's face was pale, her lips were pursed, and she was speechless.She was in a daze, a little overwhelmed.She first looked at Yu Zhiyuan on the left and asked him for help.

Yu Zhiyuan looked indifferent and did not respond.He had already told them what he could say, and it was useless to say any more, and stood there motionless.

Wen Qianya had no choice but to ask Ye Xiang for help.She turned to look at him, her eyes full of pleading for help.

When Ye Xiang arrived here, he knew at a glance that the six people blocking the door with steel pipes were not the owners at all, but gangsters hired by someone.

The [-] or [-] owners standing nearby were not very emotional.They must have been mobilized, and everyone wanted money.Judging from their expressions, they don't agree with expressing their demands in this way.

The police should take care of such mass illegal door closures.But they came and left again, which means that it is useless to call the police.

Seeing Wen Qianya's pleading eyes, Ye Xiang stepped forward and said to the dozen or so owners in front of him:
"Proprietors, we can understand your feelings. But your request is unreasonable. It is impossible for Wenxi Group to agree to your request."

Not to mention the owner, even Wen Qianya and Yu Zhiyuan were surprised when they heard what he said.

"Ah? Why are you talking like that? Who are you?"

"Is he the new chairman? Otherwise, how dare you say such a thing?"

Ye Xiang said without changing his face and heartbeat:
"I'm President Wen's assistant. Let me ask you, is the house you bought a commercial house?"

"Yeah, what's the matter?"

Several owners shouted at the same time.

"If it is a commodity, it must follow the laws of the market economy and the principles of commodity trading."

Ye Xiang said calmly:
"Let me ask you again, you bought a range hood three years ago, and the price was 1000 yuan. Three years later, the price was reduced to [-] yuan. Can you go to the mall to ask for the difference of [-] yuan?"

The owners were left speechless.

The place was silent.

The owners all turned to look at the man with the scar.

The man with the scar came up to look at Ye Xiang, and raised the corner of his mouth and said;
"You are Mr. Wen's assistant? Huh, I don't think so. You are just his driver. You have no right to say such things. I advise you to be sensible and shut up, otherwise, this steel pipe will not recognize anyone." .”

Ye Xiang knew from his mouth that they must have been invited by Wen Pinyuan, not the owners at all.

The gentle middle-aged man said;

"It's different, don't change the concept secretly, okay?"

"What's the difference? The range hood is a commodity, and the house is also a commodity. The price of a store follows the market, and it fluctuates randomly, isn't it normal?"

The gentle man was also stunned.

Ye Xiang asked more forcefully:
"According to your logic, after three years, the house will increase by 2000 yuan per square meter. Are you willing to pay the difference?"

"This this."

The gentle man can't "this".

Ye Xiang turned to the man with the scar and said:
"The request is unreasonable, let alone expressed in such a barbaric way. Remove the barrier quickly, and the company can not hold you accountable."

"What? You are so arrogant."

The man with the scar revealed again that they were hired by others, but he had to find a reason before doing it:
"You are so rude and black-hearted to our owner, isn't this cheating us of money?"

Encouraged by him, the owners buzzed again, and some even cursed, feeling very aggrieved and indignant.