My Waste Husband novel Chapter 913

The people standing in the crowd were none other than Mr. Frazer and other bosses, who had gone to the Lins to return the land the day before.

After the auction last night, they learned that the price of the land for one square metre had reached more than one million yuan, so they were so anxious that they couldn't sleep at night.

One million yuan per square metre! Some had a few thousand square meters of land in their hands and a lot of money. Others, similar to Mr. Frazer, had tens of thousands of square metres. How much would it be if they calculated it?

Before the auction price came out yesterday, they were still grateful to Mr. Frazer. Now that they knew the auction price, they all blamed Mr. Frazer. In the business circle, there were no permanent friends, only immediate interests.

Upon hearing their words, Mr. Frazer's face darkened, and he said in annoyance, "That's enough! Who knew that the Lins would be so lucky? You have to know that among us, I have the biggest piece of land in my hand. I'm the one who will suffer the biggest loss! Don't blame me. The most important thing now is to find a way!"

"What way? I thought about it all night yesterday and asked a lot of friends for advice. We all signed an agreement with the Lins Group and notarized it. Now it's difficult to deny it," one of them said with a sad face.

"Did I say that I want to deny it?" Mr. Frazer looked at the speaker and said, "Let me make it clear first. We must hand over the land to the Lins. If anyone doesn't hand it over, the agreement alone can make our lives a living hell!"

As soon as Mr. Frazer finished speaking, someone suddenly said unhappily, "What do you mean by that? Do you mean that we should give the money to the Lins so easily? One square metre is worth more than one million yuan. If you want to give it, just give it. I won't!"

"Frazer, did you get any bribe from the Lins? How much benefits did the Lins give you? Why are you helping the Lins?"

"Don't talk nonsense!" Mr. Frazer looked angry. "Tell me, what's the solution if we don't give the land to Lins Group? Which one of you has the ability to play with Lins Group?"

As soon as Mr. Frazer finished his words, the people around looked at each other without saying a word. Mr. Frazer was right. Small companies like theirs were not strong enough to fight with the Lins.

"Frazer, what do you mean?"

Mr. Frazer snorted and said, "We can't beat the Lins Group, but there are some people who can play with the Lins Group. Just let others mess with the Lins Group."

One of them frowned. "I don't understand what you mean."

"It's very simple." Mr. Frazer said with a sneer, "I specially arranged for someone to look at the land. The construction workers had arrived last night. The other party had begun digging, and they were absolutely in a hurry to transfer the funds to the Lins Group. Do you think that if we delay for a long time, the Lins Group can delay for a long time with the person who bought the land yesterday? In the end, the Lins would have to pay some compensation. But think about it, how much compensation will the Lins Group have to pay that time?"

"Yes!" One of them said with a sparkle in his eyes, "Yes, the compensation the Lins Group would have to pay will be much higher than ours, so we..."

"So we just need to hold on. When the Lins Group can't hold anymore, they will come to beg us. At that time, we can take back a little money. It depends on our ability. But let's make it clear first, no one should give the land to the Lins Group first!" Mr. Frazer said, "Even if the Lins Group wants to give us more money today, we should not do it. You have to remember that the longer we hold the land in our hands, the more valuable it will be!"

"Okay, let's do it!"

"I'll listen to Mr. Frazer."

"Everyone, it's a deal. Don't bow down to the Lins!"

Each of them said something with determination in their eyes. When they reached an agreement, they all looked contemplative. They were thinking that when the Lins couldn't hold on any longer, they could ask for more money.

In front of the entrance of the Lins Group, countless journalists gathered, asking all kinds of questions. Sylvia was ready to answer them.

At nine o'clock in the morning.

A taxi was parked at the entrance of the Emperor's mausoleum.

The door opened, and Henry got out of the car.