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Chapter 1239 - 855 Prosperity, Decline

Chapter 1239: 855 Prosperity, Decline

The environment in the wealthy district is excellent.

Beautiful and tranquil.

Jiang Chen slept until nearly noon, and when he got up, he found the mansion eerily quiet.

That girl, Tong Dan, is behaving so well?

Downstairs, still not a sound.

Jiang Chen couldn’t help but head towards the maid’s room.

"Knock knock knock..."

He politely knocked on the door, "Time to get up."

No response.

After knocking again, still with no response, he tentatively twisted the doorknob.

"Click."

The door opened at the sound.

Jiang Chen walked in.

Although it was the maid’s room, it was undoubtedly larger than most people’s master bedrooms.

The bed was neatly made, and no one was there.

Jiang Chen walked out and went to another maid’s room next door, but found the same situation.

Tong Dan must have left.

Looking at the neatly made beds that were exactly alike, Jiang Chen gave a wry smile.

Well, that girl is at least quite polite.

Back in the hall, Jiang Chen glanced at the table and noticed several banknotes there.

This definitely wasn’t his money.

And it hadn’t been there before.

Surprised, Jiang Chen walked over, picked up the banknotes, and then discovered a note underneath them.

Jiang Chen picked it up.

The note was brief with just two words.

"For the room!"

Seeing the beautiful handwriting, Jiang Chen smiled wryly.

Not only polite, but this girl also has principles.

Jiang Chen then checked the banknotes.

Each was indeed a real bill.

Without feeling guilty, he confidently pocketed the money and then took out his phone, sending Tong Dan a simple voice message.

"Are you sure 500 yuan is enough to stay in such an upscale mansion?"

He made no mention of the fact that he had let someone stay in the maid’s room, or that water had been cut off late at night.

Having sent the message, Jiang Chen put away his phone and went to the kitchen, casually preparing lunch with the ingredients from the fridge.

The phone rang.

Jiang Chen took out his phone,

"Mr. Duan."

It was Duan Zhongxin.

"Are you free this afternoon?"

"Yes, I am."

Duan Zhongxin’s voice was warm, "Great, I’ll send a car to pick you up. There’s a location fitting your criteria that I’d like to show you."

"Just send someone; no need for Mr. Duan to bother personally."

"No trouble, I’m quite free today."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen didn’t refuse the kind offer anymore.

An hour and a half later, the car sent by Duan Zhongxin pulled up at the villa’s front gate.

"Mr. Jiang, Mr. Duan has sent me to pick you up."

"Thank you."

Jiang Chen got into the car.

After more than half an hour, without leaving the Yangkou district, the convoy stopped at a main road junction.

This area seemed to be residential, surrounded by commercial districts and large shopping malls, except for a conspicuous piece of flat land in front that was being fenced.

Looking at the advertising slogan on the fence, it seemed that they were also building commercial residences, and the developer was a well-known real estate giant domestically.

"Mr. Duan."

Duan Zhongxin had already arrived.

Such a high-level person, wherever he goes, never lacks a large entourage following him.

"Let me introduce you, this is Mr. Zhang, the district head of Yangkou."

Next to Duan Zhongxin, a middle-aged man in a jacket immediately extended his hand to Jiang Chen, showing no contempt for Jiang’s young age.

"Mr. Jiang, hello."

What defines a big shot?

With ease, summoning a district manager over.

As a new first-tier city, such a level of official is definitely considered high-ranking and influential.

Jiang Chen courteously shook hands with the other party and exchanged greetings.

"Let’s go inside and take a look,"

said Duan Zhongxin.

Centered around the few of them, a large group of people walked through the gate, heading inside.

"Mr. Duan, wasn’t this area supposed to be developed into commercial housing?"

Jiang Chen expressed his confusion appropriately.

"Director Zhang, please explain this,"

Duan Zhongxin said, looking at the vast vacant lot.

Although surrounded by fences and with the gate already constructed, the inside was uneven with weeds galore, presenting a "primitive" scene completely mismatched with the surrounding residential blocks.

"Mr. Jiang, this is the situation."

Director Zhang had a troubled expression, speaking with a sorrowful tone: "This plot was originally bought by Hengsheng Group. Jiang Chen, you might have seen it, Hengsheng Group planned to build a high-end residential park here, but due to internal reasons within their company, construction has not started till now. According to the agreement, it was supposed to be completed this year."

Jiang Chen was surprised.

To be completed this year?

But looking around, it was completely barren without a hint of development.

Not to mention this year, even if development started full force now, completing it in two years would already be considered impressive.

He even started to doubt if he had heard wrong.

"Do you mean Hengsheng Group intends not to continue the development?"

The other party nodded somberly.

Jiang Chen was dumbfounded, glancing again at this wasteland.

Other projects might leave unfinished structures, partially constructed to some extent, but here, after fencing, it seemed not even a single worker had stepped in.

Not quite.

At least the main gate was constructed.

"Hengsheng Group, due to its own financial issues, can’t continue the development. However, the biggest problem is that they have already sold all the property units."

Jiang Chen looked at Duan Zhongxin, "All the properties were sold?"

Duan Zhongxin silently nodded.

"..."

Jiang Chen was speechless.

News of unfinished buildings is commonplace.

But what’s in front...

Unfinished buildings, at least they have structures, even if incomplete or distorted, but here.

Empty and void.

All there is to see are pits, wavering weeds, and scattered rocks.

What would the mood of the property buyers be if they walked into this sight?

One should know.

Housing prices in River City are not cheap either, with a single unit in Western Port Area starting at two million.

How many people exhaust their life savings for just one house?

Although it felt utterly absurd, Jiang Chen still did not voice any opinion.

After all.

The District Chief of Western Port was standing right beside.

"Hengsheng Group has not started construction, and we have been persistently urging them. Initially, Hengsheng Group assured us very well, promising to complete within the agreed schedule, with guaranteed quality and timely delivery. But after constructing the gate and selling the properties, there has been no further action."

Director Zhang felt guilt.

Hengsheng Group took the money, leaving just an empty lot for the homeowners who had emptied their savings. As the responsible official, the pressure on him was undoubtedly immense.

But the problem is.

Constructing a gate, fencing off the area, not seeing a single construction worker, not laying a single brick, and starting to sell properties out of thin air?

What are they selling?

Selling air?

Being an outsider to the industry, Jiang Chen didn’t know where exactly the problem lay or whose fault it was.

But looking at the desolate land before him, he suddenly felt an indescribable and uncontrollable emotion.

Just like that familiar phrase from a poem.

Prosper, the people suffer.

Perish, the people suffer.