Chapter 195

C195 – The Little White Mouse Came!

Amidst the astonished stares of those around him, Captain Wu downed his drink in one swift gulp.

“It’s just as tasty as ever, that mango flavor,” he remarked, nodding in approval.

The other officers were dumbfounded.

Was Captain Wu truly unharmed?

At that moment, a police officer who had been out on a case returned, ready to brief Captain Wu on his findings.

As he approached the conference room door, a scream pierced the air from within.

“I refuse to drink this!”

“Captain Wu, this is on me. There’s no need to poison me over it!”

“Somebody help me!”

The officer at the door froze, his curiosity getting the better of him. He slowly pushed the door open, and the room fell silent.

All eyes in the conference room turned to him.

In a panic, the officer at the door blurted out, “Wrong room.”

“Don’t let him get away! We’ve got a guinea pig!”

Came a booming voice.

“Help!”

Another scream echoed down the hallway, “I don’t want to drink this!”

As the individual swallowed the medicine, everyone instinctively backed away.

“That smells amazing—it’s mango-flavored!”

The officer at the door was taken aback, then suddenly sprang to his feet.

His exhaustion from the day’s work vanished in an instant, replaced by a surge of vitality.

“My knee injury—it’s healed!”

He ran in a circle around the door and even managed a jump, his fingers grazing the ceiling tiles.

“Captain Wu, I want some too!”

But since the fennel was sparse and Su Ming had a fondness for it, there was no rush to clear it away.

“Mr. Su, welcome back!”

“Mr. Su!”

Upon spotting Su Ming, President Chen and Wang Guohui quickly approached.

“Mr. Su, take a look—I’ve tidied up this plot. Pretty clean, isn’t it?”

“Don’t hog the limelight in front of Mr. Su. I’ve done my share of cleaning here too, alright?”

“You’re lucky you didn’t wreck it!”

“How dare you accuse me?”

“I’m speaking the truth!”

Su Ming watched from the sidelines, sighing in resignation.

Their penchant for squabbling was relentless.

“Enough bickering.”

Su Ming was exasperated. “Anyway, Boss Wang, about that real estate inquiry I asked you to make—any updates?”

“Oh, right!”

Wang Guohui smacked his forehead, nearly having forgotten the task.

“Mr. Su, I’ve inquired about the buildings in the area. The majority of the owners aren’t looking to sell. No matter how generous your offer, they’re not interested in selling.”

Wang Guohui explained, “Naturally, they’re referring to a reasonable selling price range.”

“I get it.”

Su Ming nodded in understanding.

These owners clung to their properties, not for lack of lucrative offers. For instance, a property in the city center could fetch 10 billion.

An offer of 11 or 12 billion would be within normal fluctuations, and even 15 billion wouldn’t be out of the question.

The real estate industry is currently on an upward trend, which is especially true in the city center where property values are expected to climb even higher. Selling off all the land now could likely result in a loss. However, if Su Ming were to make an offer of 100 billion, the property owners would surely jump at the chance to sell, as it would guarantee them a profit. After all, the land in the city center, no matter how prime, could never fetch such an exorbitant price.

But this is all hypothetical; Su Ming doesn’t have that kind of money, and even if he did, he wouldn’t spend it so recklessly. His goal may be to acquire land to expand his planting operations, but he understands that trade is trade, and he must adhere to market principles.

“There is someone interested in selling their property, though,” Wang Guohui mentioned. “It’s the owner of the securities building up ahead. He’s currently out of town and won’t return for some time, but he’s keen on discussing the matter with you in person.”

“Alright,” Su Ming responded with a nod. With this information, he felt no need to rush.