854: Tie the Chariot! (Plus 43)

The contract is very detailed.

The adoption of Yuanhui's plan proves that the decoration project is in the hands of Dongfeng Holdings, and the management of the hotel also falls into the hands of Dongfeng Holdings. Huo Chenzhou can naturally allocate the project with a budget of 4 million to Yuanhui.

If it is not adopted, Dongfeng Holdings will lose a crushing defeat, and this contract will be void.

Huo Chenzhou is also ruthless. It is stated in the contract that the plan has not been adopted, and Dongfeng Holdings does not even need to pay Yuanhui for the design fee... Xia Xiaolan thought, this is to completely tie Yuanhui to the chariot of Dongfeng Holdings. Or to put it another way, is it to let Tang Hongen support him with all his strength?

Huo Chenzhou is not a straw bag.

Xia Xiaolan carefully looked at the terms, including the time for several settlements.

4 million points are given five times. After the plan is adopted, 500,000 will be paid first.

For the remaining four times, it is 500,000 yuan for the project to start, and 500,000 yuan for the first month... 2 million yuan will be paid first, and the remaining 2 million yuan will be paid after the project is accepted.

Xia Xiaolan frowned, "Manager Huo, the pressure is not so much."

Huo Chenzhou raised his eyebrows, "Miss Xia, you may have misunderstood our company, thinking that we are looking for Yuanhui to cooperate with us, just like grabbing Yuanhui to send money actively. In order to dispel your concerns, I think this balance is reasonable. Although Yuanhui's reputation is good, you have never been in contact with five-star hotels, and we will see the effect of the inspection on how it will be decorated in the end."

Huo Chenzhou gave Xia Xiaolan a soft knife in return for the delay of the past few days.

Under normal circumstances, Yuanhui wants to contact a project like the Nanhai Hotel, not to mention the final payment of 2 million, even if it is a few hundred thousand more, Liu Yong and Xia Xiaolan will have to bite the bullet.

Dongfeng Holdings took the initiative to come to the door, and Xia Xiaolan was indeed very vigilant.

Huo Chenzhou is so careful, Xia Xiaolan thinks that this person is a bit flamboyant. She handed the contract to Liu Yong, and Liu Yong couldn't trust his niece any more, so he signed the contract.

"Manager Huo, there is no diamond and no porcelain work, I hope we can cooperate happily."

Huo Chenzhou thought that Xia Xiaolan would bargain, but Xia Xiaolan readily let Liu Yong sign the contract. He couldn't fathom Xia Xiaolan's thoughts, but he felt that she acted out of order and erratic, which made Huo Chenzhou upset.

"Miss Xia, have you seen clearly that on May 17th, Yuanhui will come up with a revised design plan..."

"This will not bother Manager Laohuo, and the contract has been signed. Please give us the original design plan."

One week.

Only Xia Xiaolan and Gong Yang are definitely not enough.

Xia Xiaolan found a strong foreign aid. With Ning Yanfan, there were so many students under Ning Yanfan.

Xia Xiaolan was willing to give up the name of designing the Nanhai Hotel, and she was willing to give it to Ning Yanfan. She had little experience and didn't need to fight for this reputation. According to the profit of at least 15% of the 4 million yuan, she can get half of the profit, and she will get 300,000 yuan in a few months. She still uses the bank's money to make money, so what is there to be dissatisfied with!

"Manager Huo, I have one last question for you. How much did you spend on the design plan of the Nanhai Hotel?"

"20000."

"Did you mean dollars?"

Huo Chenzhou's eyes seemed to be looking at a fool, "Of course it's Chinese coins."

Really stingy.

When a foreign architect firm proposes a hotel design, it is definitely more than $20,000, whether it is calculated as a percentage of the total cost of the Nanhai Hotel, or by the area of ​​the building that is popular in China.

The salary of domestic architects is too cheap.

20,000 yuan, the picture was not made by Ning Yanfan alone, how much can Ning Lao get after it is distributed to the assistants and students who helped?

Of course, Dongfeng Holdings has to look at the domestic per capita salary. Maybe it feels that the remuneration paid to Ning Yanfan is already a lot. 20,000 yuan is the salary of an ordinary worker for 20 years!

After leaving the door of Dongfeng Holdings, Xia Xiaolan asked her uncle:

"Dongfeng Holdings peeled and drank blood, but it gave us a benchmark in the industry. The hotel plan that Ning Lao shot was only 20,000... Now we don't care about it, when we start to get involved in construction in the future, we should take it a little bit. Raise the price."

Liu Yong was inexplicable, "You mean renovation project?"

"Uncle, don't you think that if I ask you to go to Pengcheng to do renovations, you will do renovations for the rest of your life, right? We do renovations because we don't have enough capital now, and the country doesn't have an open policy, so we can't take the land to repair the house... "

Liu Yong was stunned.

What he thought was to buy a house and settle down, and what Xia Xiaolan thought was to build a house by himself.

Liu Yong felt that what Xia Xiaolan said was definitely not building a house like in the countryside, but a high-rise building like Xiupeng City.

"You study architecture—"

"Of course for future plans."

Liu Yong's heart beat like a drum.

Build your own house and sell it to who?

Learn from Liu Tianquan to build a house and then sell it to Hong Kong people?

Or sell to mainlanders.

Liu Yong wanted to say that the common people in the mainland were not that rich yet, so they suddenly stopped.

The people with a large base are not yet rich, but they dare to fight. The people he knows now, Kang Wei, Bai Zhenzhu, Chen Xiliang, etc., which one is not a million-dollar household?

A few thousand yuan households can't count everyone's net worth.

I bought a courtyard house in Beijing and spent 60,000 yuan.

White Pearl bought a local bungalow in Pengcheng for less than 20,000 yuan.

It is an old tradition in China to buy a property when you get rich. Before liberation, those rich people kept buying land. Now all the land belongs to the state, and the state distributes it to the peasants, so they can't buy or sell it casually, so the land can't be bought, isn't it just buying a house?

Siheyuan and bungalows are not liked by everyone.

Liu Yong and Bai Zhenzhu bought such a house because no one had a choice.

The buildings built after liberation are all built by the state and belong to the units, and cannot be bought or sold by private individuals. Buildings that can be bought and sold still have to be built by himself like Liu Tianquan.

Liu Yong is interested:

"Xiaolan, talk to your uncle carefully, my brain is not as fast as your young people."

Xia Xiaolan shook her head, "It's okay if you have this concept in your mind. It's too early to say this. We can get a loan from the bank, but if we want to get the land and build a house, it's too dazzling in Pengcheng."

Tang Hongen cannot be roasted on the fire.

The commercial housing Liu Tianquan built at the beginning was also an edge ball.

However, Liu Tianquan is from Hong Kong and belongs to foreign investment in Pengcheng, which has an advantage over Xia Xiaolan. Xia Xiaolan still wants to accumulate capital first, see the situation change, and then enter the real estate industry.

The next day was Saturday, Xia Xiaolan took Gong Yang, dragging a large box with blueprints and cash to Ning's house.

Gong Yang's calf was weak, Xia Xiaolan slapped his vest:

"Why are you panicking, we're not here to kick the gym!"

Gong Yang trembled even more fiercely.

Didn't you come to play the gym?

In front of Ning Yanfan, modifying the opponent's design, Gong Yang felt that this was kicking the hall. Before he joined Yuanhui, he was only a student of the Fine Arts Department of Shangda University. He changed careers to engage in interior design, and when he rolled up his sleeves, he would change to the design of an industry master... Gong Yang was afraid that when he started writing, he would be embarrassed and tremble.

Xia Xiaolan ignored him and dragged the box into the door by herself.

Zhen Wenxiu walked towards him, with small knives hidden in his eyes.