You can’t just execute someone because you say so.

The law isn’t made by some former village chief!

Even the police couldn’t determine the prison sentence. The officer closed his notebook and, bypassing the Luo father and son, reported directly to Zhou Cheng.

“We’ll question Zhang Bing again. Since he did it, he should know the most!”

The three men had thought Luo Yaozong was surely dead—a drunk person falling from the sixth floor had very slim chances of survival. Construction sites usually had debris scattered about, and Luo Yaozong’s survival wasn’t in Zhang Bing and his accomplices’ calculations.

But Luo Yaozong had survived and regained consciousness, identifying who pushed him. What could have been written off as a theft gone wrong had become attempted murder?

With the nature of the case changed the intensity of the interrogation would naturally increase.

Zhou Cheng couldn’t spare time for intimacy with Xia Xiaolan now, only offering an apologetic smile: “Wait until I handle this! Don’t worry, we’ll have results soon!”

Xia Xiaolan nodded, “Be careful. I’m worried he might do something desperate. He’s too brazen—he even sent congratulatory flower baskets to Golden Sand Pool’s sales office today.”

Most people wouldn’t dare do such a thing.

Compared to Ke Yixiong, others who sent flower baskets like Huo Chenzhou and Sheng Xuan were amateurs—Ke Yixiong was truly the boldest!

Without any physical displays of affection, their familiarity and intimacy were evident. Old Man Luo stood aside, his eyes shifting, thoughts unknown.

Bai Zhenzhu, having dealt with this shameless old man all night, couldn’t help but smile coldly with folded arms: “Old Man Luo, your precious grandson is lucky to be alive. Don’t get any ideas just because Luo Yaozong is awake… You’re targeting someone you can’t afford to offend!”

Old Man Luo lowered his voice, “Even the most powerful woman must marry. In this society, men have the final say—it’s been this way in China for thousands of years.”

That was his mindset.

And he wasn’t alone in thinking this way.

Bai Zhenzhu’s fists cracked as she clenched them, but her hostility dissipated as she glanced toward Zhou Cheng:

“Men have the final say? Depends on what kind of men!”

Xiaolan was too kind—even people like the Luo family dared to be arrogant. She had spoiled these lawless people.

Luo Degui was somewhat afraid of Bai Zhenzhu. When Luo Yaozong had previously harassed Xia Xiaolan and Luo Degui had brought people to rescue his son, it was Bai Zhenzhu who had taught them a lesson. Now Luo Degui realized that trying to extort Xia Xiaolan was unrealistic—she not only had money but also influence! She had official connections, otherwise, why would the police keep protecting Golden Sand Pool?

She also had underworld connections, and this androgynous person before them was formidable.

Cowardice was hereditary.

If they had stubbornly provoked those they couldn’t handle, how could the Luo family have maintained village chief positions for two generations? They would have been removed long ago.

Luo Degui tugged at Old Man Luo’s sleeve, “What matters now is that Yaozong is safe.”

If Yaozong didn’t make it, the Luo family’s money would go to outsiders.

It was natural for a son to spend his father’s money, but having a son-in-law spend it would make Luo Degui sick.

Old Man Luo, though unwilling, temporarily behaved himself.

Xia Xiaolan came over after seeing Zhou Cheng off, “I told the police that Luo Yaozong wouldn’t steal steel materials. The doctor says his condition is still dangerous, so you should stay at the hospital to care for him—he needs constant attention. You heard it yourselves, someone pushed him off the building. We’ve only caught four people, who knows if there are other accomplices… Tell me, who have you Luos offended that someone would try to kill Luo Yaozong this way!”

Xia Xiaolan’s words made the Luo father and son anxious.

Indeed, who had they offended?

Could village disputes escalate to murder?

The father and son had been misled by Xia Xiaolan—the incident was actually targeted at Golden Sand Pool and her.

Xia Xiaolan’s scare tactics worked—the Luo family wasn’t comfortable leaving Luo Yaozong alone in the hospital, and they didn’t trust Bai Zhenzhu’s people either, as they were Xia Xiaolan’s people!

This was exactly what Xia Xiaolan wanted—to frighten the Luo family into behaving for a few days.

By the time they realized what was happening, Golden Sand Pool’s units would be sold out.

Then let’s see if Xia Xiaolan would still need to be considerate of them when they tried to cause trouble!

She asked Bai Zhenzhu’s people to continue guarding the hospital, not just watching Luo Yaozong but mainly keeping an eye on the Luo father and son.

By 9 PM that day, Golden Sand Pool had sold 47 units.

Yes, this number excluded the unit Xia Xiaolan had given to Mao Kangshan and Madam Song.

Golden Sand Pool had six buildings, with 140 residential units excluding the shop fronts.

After subtracting Liu Yong’s reserved unit, Mao Kangshan’s unit, and one unit temporarily used as Qihang’s office, 90 units remained unsold!

“Of the 47 units sold, only four buyers chose mortgages. The remaining 44 chose full payment. Though we haven’t received the money yet, Qihang’s payment deadline is midnight on the 17th. If these payments arrive as agreed, repaying the first bank loan won’t be a problem.”

Ying Jinchuan had organized the accounts.

According to Xia Xiaolan’s calculations, they could do more than just repay the 5 million. Of the 44 units with full payment: 21 were 70㎡ units, totaling 3.2 million, or 2.91 million after the 10% discount; 16 were 90㎡ units, totaling 3.16 million, or 2.862 million after the discount; and 8 were 135㎡ units, totaling 2.48 million, or 2.235 million after discount… After discounts, these 44 full-payment units would bring in 8 million in capital!

“That’s already half the bank loan, and it’s just the first day. Manager Ying, do you still think we’ll have trouble with loan repayment?”

Pride and joy-filled Xia Xiaolan’s voice.

Anyone Ying Jinchuan’s age would be proud—removing 50 units from inventory had brought in 8 million in cash flow. With 90 units remaining, if just half chose full payment, it would be enough for Xia Xiaolan to repay the bank’s 16 million loan.

Even if about 40 units went for mortgages, it wouldn’t matter. Once the bank approved the mortgage, they would pay Xia Xiaolan first, with buyers repaying the bank gradually. These 40 units, averaging 180,000 each, would bring in 7.2 million.

This money would be Xia Xiaolan’s profit.

Ying Jinchuan had roughly calculated that if all 140 units were sold, the project’s profit would be at least 8 million!

The Special Economic Zone encouraged economic development with low corporate taxes, and Qihang wouldn’t pay much tax.

Though Xia Xiaolan’s Golden Sand Pool project might not have made as much as direct land speculation would have, the returns were still substantial.

Seven or eight million—what more could one want?

Consider the average income in China!

Xia Xiaolan had bought the land at a bargain, borrowed from the bank to build, and even the initial land purchase money was borrowed. After just a few months of operations, she had seven or eight million in profit… The money was earned properly and cleanly. Those risking their lives in smuggling should pay tuition to learn from Xia Xiaolan.

Money could be earned easily while staying within the law.

Even the usually detached Ying Jinchuan felt complicated emotions.

Xia Xiaolan cheerfully closed the account book, “Though today’s cash receipts are almost enough to repay the first 5 million, Manager Ying, let’s wait a few more days. After all, it’s not the 17th yet for final payments, and some clients might still back out. But let’s not discuss this now—everyone’s worked hard all day. Let’s eat first, celebrate with good food and wine, and boost our hardworking employees’ morale!”