I Have 10 Trillion Dollars only Usable For Simping Chapter 2405 - 1521: Appeal (First Update)

An unashamed individual reigns supreme in this world. While being thick-skinned isn't precisely a virtue, it undeniably offers an advantage in social interactions. This advantage becomes even more pronounced when dealing with people of higher standing. Even after laying everything bare, the other party feigns ignorance. Seemingly out of options, Fang Weiguo ceased his discourse and reached for some food with his chopsticks, entirely oblivious to the immense strain his daughter, Fang Qing, endured to placate him. Faced with a dining table that precluded any confrontational responses, and unable to even exchange a chicken claw missing two digits, Fang Qing resorted to stealthily stepping on someone’s instep beneath the table. Alas, her flat shoes offered little in the way of effective damage, and Jiang Chen, who was eating with gusto, didn't even pause his meal. "My sister already discussed my situation with Brother Fang and Sister Pan, correct?" Fang Weiguo had fallen silent, but Zhang Zhongquan, having deliberately steered the conversation back, wouldn't let the opening he created go to waste. His belief was that self-reliance trumped depending on others. Since he had the opportunity, he might as well voice his needs. Even relatives, he mused, couldn't offer true empathy. Sister Huazi wasn't particularly concerned as it wasn't her home, but for every additional month of delay, he faced another month of mortgage payments. The currency slipping away wasn't mere time; it was hard cash. Mr. and Mrs. Fang simultaneously fell silent. Any ordinary person would grasp the situation, yet Zhang Zhongquan persisted in his oblivious impertinence; as long as he wasn't embarrassed, it was others who would be. His gaze swiftly fixated on his ultimate objective: the daughter of the Fang family, who had managed to ascend socially. The Fang couple, like him, or perhaps even more so, were merely common folk – what utility did they possess? "Qing Qing, you studied law. Uncle Zhang is in dire straits now. I'm unsure if your parents have mentioned it, but Uncle has no way out. I've searched high and low in Sha City for a lawyer, yet none are willing to uphold justice. However, Uncle believes you are different from those who curry favor with the powerful and prey on the weak." A very clever maneuver. First, the issue was elevated to a matter of principles. Morality was employed as leverage. Fang Weiguo and Pan Hui exchanged glances, their expressions reflecting helplessness and even speechlessness. Nevertheless, maintaining their usual personal restraint, they refrained from speaking out. "I've heard my parents mention some things." Although her father had "sold" her out, as a daughter, she couldn't possibly retaliate in kind. Fang Qing paused her meal, considering her parents' feelings, and inquired, "Uncle Zhang, what is the specific situation?" Zhang Zhongquan's eyes brightened, instantly revitalized, and he began to unburden himself. "...These damned capitalists! They are worse than beasts, and the government is in league with them! This is the life savings of us common folks; don't their consciences ache?" Clutching his bowl and chopsticks, Zhang Zhongquan seethed with indignation. Judging by his demeanor, if given the chance, he might have actually shed a tear or two. Fang Qing maintained her composure, a mark of her professional demeanor as someone in the legal field. "What are Uncle Zhang's demands?" As she spoke, she reached for half a duck head. Indeed. Jiang Huazi didn't just prepare braised chicken claws. "Sister Fang Qing, the duck head is a bit spicy," Hong Xiaoyu cautioned. He recalled that Sister Fang Qing had a low tolerance for spicy food, while his cousin had a fondness for it. "My demand is very straightforward!" Zhang Zhongquan interjected hastily. "I want the developer to honor the contract and deliver the house on time. But they have already breached the contract and delayed for over a year..." "Uncle Zhang means you are requesting the developer to deliver the house as soon as possible, correct?" Fang Qing interrupted his impending lengthy exposition, placing the half duck head into her bowl, though she had no immediate opportunity to eat it. "Yes!" Zhang Zhongquan affirmed repeatedly. "Getting the house would be ideal, but Greenfield Phase II has ceased construction; we homeowners see no hope whatsoever." "Have Uncle Zhang and the other homeowners negotiated with the developer?" "Of course!" Zhang Zhongquan emphasized. "Your Aunt Jiang and I have been there numerous times; homeowners picket the entrance daily to defend their rights. The developer initially promised prompt delivery, but they repeatedly reneged – three months stretched into six, six months into a year. We genuinely cannot wait any longer." Jiang Chen remained silent, having a rough understanding of his cousin's true intentions by this point. "So, what does Uncle Zhang intend to do now...?" Fang Qing guided the conversation toward the crux of the matter, step by step. "I want to return the house!"

Zhang Zhongquan, after a long buildup, no longer held back, stating, "The house delivery is still nowhere in sight, and given the developer's conduct and attitude, even if the house is eventually handed over, I cannot guarantee its quality. A home is a significant matter for the entire family, something you'll inhabit for decades, so I truly do not dare to accept such a property."

Jiang Huazi looked at Zhang Zhongquan with surprise.

It was evident.

Zhang Zhongquan had never truly disclosed his inner thoughts to her before; she had only perceived his eagerness to secure the house as soon as possible.

"Uncle, you wish to return the house? That… doesn't seem very feasible,"

Hong Xiaoyu couldn't help but interject, also feeling astonished.

While his demand was reasonable, as the developer had first breached the contract, returning a house isn't like an online purchase offering a seven-day no-questions-asked return.

For pre-sold houses, just receiving the property is considered fortunate, and then you still want to return it?

Abandoned real estate projects are a common sight nationwide, innumerable examples exist, yet Greenfield Phase II was at least halfway constructed, merely lacking the final stages of completion, while some projects only managed to erect a gate after collecting payments.

Were those buyers able to get their money back?

This is practically unheard of across the country.

At least, to his knowledge, such a case has not occurred.

Let's not even talk about fairness.

In real estate dealings, fairness is non-existent; buyers are at an absolute disadvantage, placing their bet not on contracts but on the developer's integrity.

It's quite a regrettable situation.

But that's just the way things are.

"Why is it impossible? Just because we've already paid so much money, does that mean we must wait indefinitely? We aren't living in the house, yet the mortgage payments are due monthly, what kind of absurd logic is this?"

Zhang Zhongquan's agitation grew.

This reaction was, understandably, so.

When ordinary individuals face such circumstances, who could possibly remain composed?

"Developers have never refunded houses before, this is just making things difficult for Qing Qing,"

Jiang Huazi said, attempting to soothe him, and although she was somewhat displeased with her cousin, she also felt a degree of sympathy.

"Just because something has never happened before doesn't mean it won't happen now. We cannot allow others to trample all over us; if everyone utilized the law to protect their rightful claims, how could developers possibly become so increasingly arrogant and brazen?"

Zhang Zhongquan asserted forcefully, "Right, Qing Qing?"

Fang Qing, of course, had no counter-argument.

"How much did you pay for that property back then?"

Fang Weiguo inquired.

"It was over 120 square meters, costing slightly more than 950,000. I took out a bank loan."

Zhang Zhongquan deliberately added this detail, obviously unable to flaunt his current wealth, he needed to present himself as someone in a vulnerable position.

Naturally.

What he stated was also the truth.

For 950,000, with the majority being a loan, who among ordinary people could possibly muster that sum in cash all at once?

"Was it fully furnished?"

"Yes."

Fang Weiguo nodded, then murmured to himself, "A fully furnished home of the same size today would likely be around 800,000."

Upon hearing this.

The expressions of everyone seated at the dining table shifted.

Some appeared enlightened.

Jiang Huazi, for instance.

Indeed.

The value of real estate is subject to market fluctuations over time.

If a refund were granted, considering the current sluggish real estate market, purchasing a comparable house could certainly prove profitable!

An amount of one or two hundred thousand in Sha City is by no means insignificant; it could represent a family's savings accumulated over several years, or practically equivalent to receiving a car as a gift!

"Your cousin really knows how to do the math,"

Hong Ou whispered.