Signing In At The Civil Affairs Bureau, I Was Rewarded With A Gorgeous Wife

The next morning, Song Jisheng awoke early and waited anxiously for a phone call.

Around nine o'clock, an unfamiliar phone rang; Song Jisheng hurriedly picked it up, and the caller said they had arrived downstairs.

Song Jisheng welcomed the visitors up, two men who carried a folder in their hands.

Once inside, the two men began incessantly appraising the value of the house.

Eventually, one of the men put down his pen, offered Song Jisheng a cigarette with a smile, and said, "This house is a bit better than I thought. If you feel okay with it, we can sign the contract now."

"And the price?"

"As for the price, that's negotiable. I'm offering four million."

"Four million???"

Song Jisheng asked with furrowed brows, Is this man here to drive the price down? His house, processed normally, would easily fetch over five million. But even in his urgent need for money, he couldn't just drop the price by a million plus!

"That price is a bit low, it crosses my bottom line."

"Heh, but you are in urgent need of a sum of money for a turnover, aren't you? It's hard to find someone who can produce such a high amount of capital in a short time, but fortunately, I have it. Think it over. However, the price might change next time."

After finishing his words, the man closed the folder and walked away without looking back.

"Fuck!"

Song Jisheng smashed the cigarette butt fiercely onto the ground, these people were not serious buyers at all, they might just be intermediaries flipping properties, coming specifically to fleece him!

He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

About half an hour later, he arrived at the hospital.

Uncle Song, seeing his son arrive, knew the deal had been discussed; he told his wife he was going to wash some apples and left the ward with Song Jisheng.

"How did it go? The doctor called me out earlier and said your mother's condition can't be delayed any longer, it's best to have the surgery this month."

"Not ideal..."

Song Jisheng said in a low voice, then recounted the day's events to Uncle Song.

Sitting on a bench in the corridor, Uncle Song was silent for a long while before letting out a sigh, "Let's just go with it. Who would have thought we'd need money this badly."

Song Jisheng nodded and said, "Then I will contact Hua Chuang Private Hospital to arrange the transfer, and I'll go get the money in the afternoon."

That afternoon, Song Jisheng called the buyer, but the call was immediately hung up.

What's happening, not answering the phone???

Song Jisheng felt a surge of panic, a multitude of thoughts flashing through his mind. He had already contacted Hua Chuang Private Hospital that morning, and soon they would send a vehicle over for the transfer. At this critical moment, the calls weren't going through!!!

He waited five minutes and redialed; the call was disconnected instantly again.

He kept calling, the other party kept hanging up.

After about a dozen attempts, the other side finally answered.

Song Jisheng had myriad questions to ask, but he realized that he was the one in dire straits, while the other party was merely a buyer.

"What, Mr. Song, have you thought it through?"

"Yeah, let's go with the price from this morning, four million, in cash. We can even take care of the transfer procedures in a little while!"

"Heh, it's hard to discuss over the phone, let's meet up somewhere."

The buyer arranged to meet at a cafe, and by the time Song Jisheng rushed over, he found the buyer sitting on a sofa leisurely sipping coffee.

"Mr. Song, please take a seat. Would you like something to drink?"

"No need, let's just proceed with the paperwork immediately!"

"No rush, I believe there might be a small misunderstanding regarding the price. This morning, we discussed four million, but this afternoon, I can only offer three million eight hundred thousand. Can you accept that?" the man said, sipping his coffee with a smile.

"How much?"

Song Jisheng slammed the table as he got up. It had been just a few hours, and the price had dropped by two hundred thousand???

"Calm down. Think it over, okay? But, if you come back to ask tomorrow, it might just drop to three million five hundred thousand. Property prices can fluctuate a lot!"

Hearing the other party's threatening tone, Song Jisheng was seething with anger.

Yet the opponent felt extremely smug; they were actually a group of intermediaries within certain circles.

They often encountered families in their shop who urgently needed money due to some emergency at home, and thus had significant financial needs. If they were to apply for a mortgage or loan from a bank, not to mention the hassles of procedures, just the time aspect could drag them to death.

So every time they came across such people, they'd pool money together and collaborate with some small loan companies to make the purchase.

As for the price, they would press it down extremely low, resulting in the distressed families having no choice but to compromise helplessly.

"Mr. Song, have you made up your mind? If it doesn't work for you, go home and think it over. My time is quite precious," the man said, his expression revealing impatience.

Song Jisheng clenched his fists without saying a word.

Watching Song Jisheng, the man felt confident the deal was his.

After all, selling the house for cheap versus the life and death of his family—Song Jisheng and people like him clearly understood which was more important. Otherwise, he wouldn't have come to sell the house.

Just as Song Jisheng was about to negotiate the price again, he received a call from Uncle Song. Huachuang Private Hospital had sent an ambulance, and it would arrive in another twenty minutes.

Hearing this, Song Jisheng slammed the table and yelled, "It's yours!"

"Hehe, then let's have a look at the contract," the man said.

Meanwhile, at the hospital.

Uncle Song took his wife aboard the ambulance from Huachuang Private Hospital.

The group arrived at the hospital, and after the diagnosis, the doctor announced the cost—4.3 million yuan, and that was just the initial fee. Subsequent chemotherapy and medication would still be exorbitantly priced.

Upon hearing such a hefty sum, Uncle Song sighed deeply.

"If that's all right, sir, you can proceed to make the payment," the doctor said.

But since his son's property sale hadn't been completed and the money hadn't been transferred, what should he do?

He tentatively asked, "Doctor, could we just pay the hospital admission fee for now, and we'll transfer the money for the treatment tomorrow?"

"I'm sorry, sir, but our hospital has a policy. You must pay the full amount all at once," the doctor said regretfully.

These were hard rules—Huachuang Private Hospital had encountered such situations before: after paying a few tens of thousands in hospital admission fees, the patient's companion had run away.

Leaving only the patient themselves in the ward, and when they sent doctors to explain the situation to the patient, the latter stated that he didn't care about these matters. He was currently in the hospital, and if he couldn't be cured and had to go out, then he'd rather die in the hospital.

Faced with such hard cases, Huachuang Private Hospital could only swallow their bitterness in silence.

After all, even a private hospital was still a hospital; they were all doctors. They couldn't just forcibly evict them, not to mention how the patient might react, just the media outside would tear them to pieces.

So, an operation that initially required a fee of over a million yuan was performed for free for the patient, including some of the medical equipment.

This led to the department's staff receiving zero bonus for that month.

Since then, Huachuang Private Hospital had set a strict rule: either pay the full fee upfront or seek treatment elsewhere.