Zhang Junyuan's proposal not only made Fu Dong avoid it, but also made the two representatives feel incredible.

After experiencing the initial shock, Xia Mei glanced at Fu Dong and said, "Manager Zhang, please stop harming others. If this cinema can still squeeze out some oil and water, it will not even be able to pay the salary."

Hu Xiangwen smoked a mouthful of dry tobacco, and the wrinkles on his forehead squeezed out a deep word "chuan" and said, "Manager Zhang, this is the way you just said? If so, then we have nothing to talk about, and it is not like this to play tricks."

Zhang Junyuan ignored Xia Mei and Hu Xiangwen's words. Originally, these two representatives were deliberately used to clear the scene. In his plan, their only function was to calm the hearts of those outside. Whether this matter could work or not will eventually fall on the main person.

So, he was too lazy to waste his mouth on them, and he said, "Boss Fu, you can listen to me for analysis and analysis first, and it is not too late to refuse. Our cinema covers an area of ​​9 acres, plus the attached facilities, a total of 15 acres, and the ownership is clear. The most important thing is that the location is really good. Next to it is No. 1 Middle School, Experimental Middle School and Experimental Primary School, and the People's Hospital is a street across, and it is only five minutes walk from the municipal government..."

Fu Dong looked at Zhang Junyuan with a blank look on his face and interrupted, "No, Manager Zhang, what do you want to say?"

Zhang Junyuan licked his lips with some conscience and said, "Developing real estate on the cinema land can definitely make money. Boss Fu, as I know you count it over and over again, you have the strength."

Fu Dong seemed to have heard a huge joke and laughed: "Manager Zhang, please take it down quickly. I am just a second-hand dealer. You are too proud of me. Besides, I don't know how to die if I plunge into it. You'd better ask Gao Ming."

Seeing that the second child did not agree because of Zhang Junyuan's praise, Fu Song felt angry and secretly praised him.

Although the location of this cinema is indeed as Zhang Junyuan said, it is first-class and if it is used for real estate development, there will definitely be many people buying it, but the question is, how many people can afford it now?

Like Mucheng, Donglai's real estate market does not have enough effective demand. In this case, real estate development is purely abortion-eating old birthday actors, and they are afraid of their longevity.

However, Fu Song looked at Zhang Junyuan with a little admiration. Although he had a bad idea, most people nowadays would not even dare to think about it.

This is a person with ideas and courage. If he had the strength himself, Fu Song felt that he might have done it alone.

Sure enough, Zhang Junyuan sighed regretfully and said in a regretful tone: "What a pity, if I have money myself, I will do it myself. Boss Fu, please consider it again, I beg you!"

Fu Dong shook his head like a rattle, "Don't do it, don't do it."

Seeing that Fu Dong was determined, Zhang Junyuan felt that the last glimmer of hope was shattered, and his shoulders suddenly collapsed.

Fu Song, who had been working as a clay Buddha in the corner, suddenly asked, "Manager Zhang, if you do it yourself, how much do you need?"

Zhang Junyuan glanced at Fu Song, and didn't take it seriously. He opened his five fingers with his right hand, said nothing, and continued to smoke.

"5 million?" Fu Song felt that 5 million was not too much, because this 5 million was not just the start-up fund for real estate development, but also had to divide a portion to resettle the employees of the film company.

"Cough cough cough..." Zhang Junyuan coughed suddenly, then shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I'm talking about 500,000. With this 500,000, you can get the right to use the land in the cinema, and then use the land as collateral to borrow 5 million from the bank? I thought, if there is 5 million, then you will be even more sure."

Fu Dong and the two representatives were confused, but Fu Song understood Zhang Junyuan's plan.

If he has 500,000 yuan, he will use the 500,000 yuan as the down payment and get the right to use the land in the cinema from the municipal government. The next step is to use the land use rights to make a mortgage loan and then carry out real estate development.

If Zhang Junyuan's operations were followed, he would become the biggest beneficiary. However, Fu Song did not think that the municipal government would let him take such a big advantage. If he was the leader of Donglai City, he would inevitably throw this hot potato into place for the film company employees to Zhang Junyuan.

The government will not suffer a huge burden when using a piece of land worth ten acres and an idle cinema.

Fu Song didn't say anything, and looked back at the window. Outside the window was a pair of eyes full of anticipation. For a moment, these eyes suddenly reminded him of Hu Sanhuai who was curled up in the corner of the wall one winter night.

I'm still too soft...

Fu Dong refused to take over the cinema, and Zhang Junyuan's clever wife couldn't cook without rice, so she could only give a look of apologizing to the two representatives.

Hu Xiangwen's eyes darkened, he knocked a cigarette pipe pot on the legs of the chair, and then walked out of the office without saying a word.

When everyone saw Hu Xiangwen coming out, they rushed to him.

Hu Xiangwen shook his head gently, then sighed heavily.

Xia Mei sat blankly on the chair, her eyes were dumbfounded, and her mouth kept muttering: "What should I do now? Seeds, fertilizers, peanut films, withdrawals, textbook fees, tuition and fees..."

Zhang Junyuan pretended not to hear, and gave Fu Dong a wink: "You go to the warehouse to pick it up by yourself. If you like it, what you like, as for the money? Just give it some."

Fu Dong opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, so he took out a stack of 100 yuan bills from his bag and placed them on the table: "When he came out, he took 10,000 yuan, and bought an air conditioner for less than 4,000 yuan, and the rest are all here. I won't bargain with you, two 3-kilowatt gasoline generators, and one chip connector."

Zhang Junyuan picked up the money and weighed it, and smiled bitterly, "This is too much."

Fu Dong glanced at Xia Mei, sighed, and said to Fu Song: "Third brother, let's go."

The two brothers went out and quickly moved two gasoline generators and a chip connector in the warehouse. Both of these things were not heavy. A small-power gasoline generator weighed only 30 to 40 kilograms, and the chip connector was lighter, so they could leave with one hand.

Before leaving, he saw a few military-green iron gasoline barrels piled in the corner. Fu Dong picked two of them with the best looks and finally pulled a few more oil pipes.

Looking around for a week, Fu Dong patted his hand covered in oil stains and said, "It's almost done, that's all."

Fu Dong was carrying two gasoline generators alone, and Fu Song carried the rest of the things, ran to the gate as fast as possible, and threw the things on the back of the three-bangzi.

After getting on the flower crown, Fu Dong looked at the cinema building through the window and said to himself: "I don't know if Lao Zhang can get out today."

Fu Song said: "Don't look at their fierce voices, they still have a proper attitude when they start to move. They will not beat Zhang Junyuan to death."

Fu Dong was amused by him and shook his head and said, "Actually, if you think about it carefully, it is not easy to be a manager of Zhang Junyuan. You are right. The overall environment in the film industry is not good. Even if a god comes, it cannot save our county's film company. You cannot put all the responsibility on Zhang Junyuan."

Fu Song asked while driving: "You really have no idea what Zhang Junyuan said just now?"

Fu Dong gave him a blank look, "Your second brother, I'm not stupid!"

Fu Song smiled and said, "Zhang Junyuan is quite idea--but unfortunately he is unlucky. Now he is trapped in the mud of the cinema. He wants to climb out but is powerless."

Fu Dong said in surprise: "Do you mean he didn't fool me? Real estate is really good?"

Fu Song shook his head and said, "Not now, it will take a few years."

Fu Dong said: "You said this as if you didn't. It can't quench your near thirst. So many people are hungry and can't wait for a moment. In my opinion, our county's film company is out of salvation."
Chapter completed!