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Chapter 1288 - 889 Labor is the most glorious_2

Chapter 1288: 889 Labor is the most glorious_2

So, housing prices can drop, but absolutely not experience a sudden crash in a short period of time.

At this critical juncture, the welfare programs implemented by Kangaroo are effectively suppressing the real estate economy of Shanhé Rìxià, so how could they avoid being summoned for a discussion?

It’s like a scene from a certain movie.

A protagonist comes into a sudden inheritance of a massive fortune, and they also know—this money can’t be spent recklessly, lest it disrupt the market economy.

"I think it must be that Jiang kid. Miss Cao definitely wouldn’t be so calculating."

If Jiang Chen were here to hear Kangaroo’s founder’s evaluation, he would definitely feel ashamed, thinking the other side had overpraised him.

True, the idea was his, but at the time, he simply wanted to benefit himself while also helping others—earning some lick-dog gold and making couriers across the land rejoice.

Even the wise can have their moments of folly.

His bumpy life path may have given him a mentality far beyond his peers, but at the core, he was still a young man who hadn’t graduated long ago—how could he have foreseen so far ahead?

Of course.

Maybe now he realizes it.

The marketplace is a battlefield.

Even if the methods of the opponent are insidious, there’s no way to accuse them.

Accusations wouldn’t help and would be meaningless.

Yu Fen asked heavily, "What do we do now? Stop the employee housing program? But the word’s already out—do we want to go back on our word?"

Bian Zaide shook his head, almost without hesitation.

"Absolutely no sudden changes. The stock price has already stabilized, and public perception has improved—if we suddenly retract now, Kangaroo will forever be nailed to the pillar of shame. Don’t even think about turning it around."

The importance of corporate reputation was something Yu Fen understood deeply.

For a monopoly, in a worry-free situation, perhaps recklessness is permissible. But in the presence of competitors, the same rules don’t apply.

"President Bian, what do you think we should do then?"

The dilemma-bound Yu Fen truly had no solutions.

"Words once spoken are like spilled water. Now, the entire society knows we have pledged 200 billion to build housing, and the couriers are eagerly waiting. There’s no way to backtrack."

"Then how do we handle the pressure from above?"

Yu Fen furrowed his brows tightly.

Bian Zaide’s expression remained composed. He looked at the flustered Kangaroo founder and spoke calmly and firmly: "You just need to remember one thing—we are doing good deeds, not bad things. We are providing a place where souls living at the lowest levels can finally rest."

Yu Fen’s pupils contracted.

Such words were not suitable to say publicly.

But he understood the implied message behind them.

Though both were entrepreneurs, he was different from the other.

At least in one respect, he held a crystal-clear awareness.

He lacked the "boldness" of the opponent.

Scholars, farmers, industry, and merchants.

He would never oppose governmental will.

Yet his longstanding rival, Hippo’s President Bian, had defied authority not just once or twice.

Yu Fen fell silent, his thoughts racing fast.

"Of course, we should also understand the difficulties of those above. Housing prices are destined to become as cheap as cabbages in the future, but not now. We can delay the construction timeline as much as possible—this is the limit of what we can do."

Bian Zaide replied unhurriedly, "President Yu, you could also give Mr. Song a heads-up. Explain your viewpoint to him. Some matters are better conveyed by him, rather than us as businessmen making direct communication—it might be more appropriate."

After considering it, no better options seemed available.

Yu Fen nodded, let out a breath, and said, "This seems to be our only choice."

The Second Ring.

A courtyard house.

A graceful woman stood under the eaves, quietly admiring the bare branches in the garden.

Even late-blooming cherry blossoms had completely withered by now.

Footsteps sounded behind her.

This was clearly a courtyard left over from the previous dynasty, yet it carried a Dongying aesthetic. The doors had been remodeled as sliding panels.

"Miss."

The man who entered was dressed formally yet wore wooden clogs on his feet. Facing the woman’s curvaceous figure, there was not the slightest hint of lust. He bowed his head deferentially behind her.

"How long has it been since you last returned to Dongying?"

The woman, whose mere silhouette could spark wild imaginations, did not turn around.

"2,063 days."

The man answered without once lifting his head.

Precise to the day.

Such unwavering loyalty.

"Do you wish to go back? Someone could take your place."

At her words, the man instantly became alarmed and hesitant. "No. Serving the clan is my ultimate honor."

Utmost honor.

Evidently, no matter the nation, people are bound by their unshakable ideals and beliefs.

"I’ve visited many places in Shenzhou, but in the end, Mount Fuji remains the most beautiful. What do you think, Jing Jian?"

"My view aligns with yours, Miss."

The man finally raised his head.

That face, perhaps not widely recognized, was unforgettable among job seekers eyeing positions in Hippo Group—a sacred career destination.

Ni Zhengwen.

Senior Vice President of Hippo Group.

But it seemed he was not the "Jing Jian" the woman referred to.

"Jing Jian, after being away so long, do you still remember the view of Mount Fuji?"

The woman’s soft, magnetic voice was enchanting.

"I’ve never forgotten it, not for a single moment."

Hippo Group’s Senior Vice President, Ni Zhengwen, looked at the woman’s back. His gaze held no trace of yearning, only the utmost respect as he unwaveringly reaffirmed his answer.

The woman smiled, though it was unclear whether she was satisfied with Ni Zhengwen’s response.

"I visited the Xiangshan you recommended. When I reached the top and looked at those palace complexes—do you know what I thought of?"

"Please enlighten me, Miss."

"At the time, I thought about how our ancestors once defeated this nation."

Ni Zhengwen stayed silent.

"We’re certainly no match for our ancestors."

The woman murmured softly.

"Miss, Shenzhou is more expansive, richer in resources, and far more populous than us..."

"Excuses."

In Hippo Group, few dared to interrupt a Senior Vice President mid-sentence. Yet at the woman’s suddenly frosty tone, Ni Zhengwen immediately stopped speaking. He fell silent, his demeanor wary and cautious.

"Wasn’t it the same back then? That land was equally vast. Why, then, were our ancestors able to conquer it?"

Even with his high rank, Ni Zhengwen had no answer for this question.

Or rather—

He dared not answer.

Receiving no response, the woman quieted. After a while, she spoke again, as if her earlier emotional shift had been an illusion. Her tone became soft and natural once more, magnetic and enticing.

"Comparing like that seems unfair. After all, this country, a long, long time ago, was also once the center of the world."

That much was fair.

Different eras have their respective protagonists.

"Miss, destiny will one day choose us again!"

At this moment, Ni Zhengwen was like a devout zealot, his tone and expression brimming with unsettling fervor.

The woman’s body quivered slightly, as if in laughter, though no sound escaped her lips.

"I don’t believe in so-called destiny. Rather than praying for its favor, I’d prefer to seize it with my own hands."

Having said this, she continued, "That’s why you must advance the deeper collaboration with Kangaroo."

"Miss, I think shouldering such high costs might result in returns that are disproportionate to the investment."

Ni Zhengwen cautiously voiced his concerns, seemingly more careful than he would be addressing the board of directors. "The Shenzhou authorities absolutely won’t allow the real estate market to collapse—for that, they might pay any price."

"If only we’d had this kind of awareness back then."

The woman grew momentarily reflective, though she seemed somewhat erratic. One second, she was sorrowful and forlorn; the next, she burst into a tender, enchanting laugh. Even just the sound of her laughter rippled irresistibly, seductive to the extreme.

"The real estate sector in Shenzhou may be teetering, but thinking such a modest investment could make it topple is unrealistic. At most, it’ll only sway a little more violently. But imagine this: if the people of Shenzhou stopped focusing on research, production, and development and instead found delivering takeout to be their ultimate career aspiration, Jing Jian, don’t you think that would make for a world-renowned story worth celebrating?"

Ni Zhengwen froze, finally grasping the depth of her vision. Even someone like him couldn’t help but feel a creeping chill of unease at her meticulous scheme—utterly bone-chilling.

"I highly admire the education system of Shenzhou. I think their philosophy is wonderful, as exemplified by how a nuclear physicist can become a street enforcement officer to serve the common folk. Jing Jian, in this nation, there’s no hierarchy between professions. Labor, above all, is the highest honor."