Chapter 387

Chapter 387 - Draw Lots Is a Good Idea

“We need twenty houses.”

“We'll take 50!”

“Out of my way! I'm claiming 100 houses!”

The bosses were in a frenzy.

Their excitement was palpable.

Just as Su Ming thought he might catch a break, he found himself encircled by a crowd once again.

“Enough with the noise.”

Boss Fong, seeing Su Ming's resigned look, turned and bellowed.

Moments before, Boss Fong was on the verge of tears, but now he had assumed the role of Su Ming's advocate.

He stood tall, beaming with pride.

The other bosses, witnessing this, silently seethed with envy.

But Old Fong had become Su Ming's secretary.

His word was as good as Su Ming's.

With Boss Fong's command, a hush fell over the crowd.

“Mr. Su, I'd like to make a modest proposal,” said Boss Fong, turning to face Su Ming.

”Speak,” Su Ming encouraged with a nod.

“Mr. Su, with so many houses, haphazard renting would lead to chaos. Why not decide by lottery?” suggested Boss Fong, standing close to Su Ming.

Su Ming's interest was piqued. “Elaborate, please.”

“Let's have those interested in renting write their names on slips of paper and place them in a box,” Boss Fong explained.

“You could draw names yourself, and whoever you pick comes forward.”

“Then you can rent the house to them, and I'll keep track. It'll be much more efficient!”

Boss Fong proposed eagerly.

Su Ming nodded in agreement.

He recognized the brilliance of the idea.

It would indeed save him a considerable amount of effort.

Su Ming nodded again in affirmation.

Without another word, Boss Fong turned to address the crowd.

“Pay attention, everyone.”

“Those of you wanting to rent a house, write your name on a slip of paper and hand it in.”

“Mr. Su will personally draw lots shortly.”

“They're so lucky.”

“Mr. Su, why not impose a rental cap?”

“That would certainly reduce the number of renters.”

“Good point!”

“Hopefully, I'm next.”

The remaining bosses were on edge, their impatience palpable.

In this setting, their usual influence held no sway.

In Mr. Su's presence, their wealth was inconsequential.

“Wang Jianguo.”

”Right here!” he responded, his earlier complaints forgotten as he sprang to his feet, nearly delirious with joy.

Wang Jianguo couldn't contain his glee. “I'll rent 50 units in Empire Community!”

The group of bosses simmered with frustration.

“I'll have to get him drunk next time!”

“It's infuriating. He was just allying with us, and now look at him, so smug!”

“Let's be fair—if Mr. Su had chosen you, you'd be just as thrilled.”

“You have a point.”

The crowd buzzed with conversation.

Those called out by name basked in their moment of triumph.

Those not called watched on, green with envy.

Once they had signed, they took their places by Su Ming's truck.

Meanwhile, the overlooked bosses watched them with a mix of anger and jealousy.

“Zhang Dacheng!”

“Right here!”

“Wang Yunhai!”

“Present!”

“Wai Qingshan!”

“Here!”

Many passers-by looked on with curiosity.

What was happening?

After roughly forty minutes, over forty individuals had their names called.

Yet, more than half remained uncalled for.

They shook their heads in disappointment and sighed.