bayedsolid Chapter 393 So Ruthless
Chapter 393 So Ruthless
However, just as the design work was about to be completed, another piece of bad news came – the eldest son of the Song family made a move.
He leveraged his connections in the building materials industry, colluding with several large suppliers to monopolize and inflate prices for key building materials needed for the project. The originally budgeted material costs skyrocketed, and the procurement team frantically searched for alternatives, only to find that the supply of materials meeting the project's quality standards was extremely limited and equally expensive.
Looking at the report submitted by the procurement team, my face was grave: "The material cost is 30% higher than the budget, which is completely beyond our means."
Jiang Yichen happened to be present that day. He clenched his fist and said with a hint of anger, "The Song family is deliberately trying to trip us up. They know we are pressed for time, so they are deliberately raising the price in an attempt to make us back down."
I sighed and said calmly, "Now is not the time to get angry. We need to find a way to solve the funding problem. Can you contact any other suppliers?"
Jiang Yichen pointed to the list in front of him and said, "I have contacted several companies, but their quotes are not low. Moreover, there are not many suppliers that meet our quality requirements. This time, the Song family is determined to strangle us."
The funding gap widened again. Jiang Yichen urgently contacted financial institutions to apply for additional loans while discussing with me the feasibility of cutting some non-core budgets. However, cutting the budget might mean lowering the quality standards of the project, which was something neither Jiang Yichen nor I wanted to see.
Song Yang remained silent. Although he and his brother did not get along, he never expected that his brother would be so ruthless.
Meanwhile, in Song Feng's office, his fists were clenched tightly.
Although he and his brother Song Feng had never gotten along since childhood, he never imagined that Song Feng would be so ruthless in this matter. After all, they were brothers, and no matter how many conflicts they had, Song Feng shouldn't use such methods to suppress him.
Meanwhile, on the top floor of the Song Group headquarters building in the east of the city, in Song Feng's office.
Song Feng sat in a large leather chair, a glass of red wine in his hand, a smug smile on his lips. His assistant stood beside him, respectfully reporting the latest news: "Mr. Song, we just received news that the material costs for the West City project have soared by 30%, and their budget is completely insufficient. They are now frantically searching for alternative solutions."
Song Feng chuckled, swirling the wine in his glass, the red wine rippling within: "Heh, my brother, does he really think he can handle such a huge project on his own? How naive."
The assistant asked cautiously, "Mr. Song, isn't what you're doing a bit too much... after all, he's your brother."
Song Feng's eyes suddenly turned cold, and his tone was laced with sarcasm: "Younger brother? When did he ever treat me like an older brother? From childhood to adulthood, he's always been against me, and now he wants to steal my thunder? Dream on!"
He stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked down at the city below, and said in a cold tone, "This is just a small lesson for him. If he still doesn't know what's good for him, don't blame me for being impolite."
The assistant dared not say another word and stepped aside with his head down.
Song Feng took a sip of red wine, a ruthless glint in his eyes: "Song Yang, haven't you always thought you were so great? Well, I'll show you what real strength is. You can forget about this project going smoothly."
He turned to his assistant and instructed, "Keep an eye on them. Report any suspicious activity to me immediately. Also, contact those suppliers and tell them to raise their prices further. I want to completely break Song Yang."
The assistant nodded in agreement and hurriedly left the office.
Song Feng sat back in his chair, his smile growing increasingly sinister. He picked up a framed photo from the table; it contained a family portrait. In the photo, young Song Yang stood beside him, smiling brightly. Song Feng stared at the photo for a few seconds, then suddenly let out a cold laugh and slammed the frame face down on the table.
"Song Yang, don't blame me for being ruthless. Blame yourself for overestimating yourself."
Just as we were racking our brains over this, something suddenly occurred to me: "Right, I remember seeing a government document before that said it provides special subsidies for projects that meet specific environmental and innovation standards in order to encourage urban renewal projects. Could we start from this direction?"
Jiang Yichen's eyes lit up: "That's a great idea! If our project meets the subsidy requirements, the funding problem will be greatly alleviated." He looked at me with excited eyes.
"That would be best," Song Yang finally spoke up from the side.
"Let's start implementing it now," Song Yang said, unable to wait any longer.
"Get a few people over here and let's go through the process according to the policy requirements first," Jiang Yichen said in a deep voice.
"They create a plan, and I optimize and modify it." Immediately afterwards, the plan was implemented on site.
Before we began, I said to everyone, "Thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard work, this is a special case."
A draftsman who had been temporarily brought in spoke as he organized the materials in his hands.
We increased the proportion of environmentally friendly materials used, optimized energy utilization solutions, and incorporated more innovative elements into the design. After several days of hard work, the project finally met the requirements for subsidy application.
In the days that followed, the government's review requirements were extremely stringent. Every piece of data and every document had to be accurate, and the slightest oversight could lead to the suspension of the entire project.
This is undoubtedly the biggest challenge.
The office was brightly lit, with the sounds of keyboards clicking and papers turning mingling together. Some members even fell asleep on their desks in the middle of the night.
Jiang Yichen and I split up. He was responsible for communicating with government departments and coordinating the review process, while I led the team to organize and verify all the technical documents and data reports.
“The data in this environmental assessment report needs to be checked again,” I said to the project planner next to me, pointing to the table on the computer screen. “Especially the carbon emission data in Part Three, there absolutely cannot be any errors.”
"Okay, Miss Gu." He marked the part I mentioned in red.
I quickly started rechecking the data. I rubbed my aching temples, glanced at the clock on the wall; it was already 2 a.m.
In the office, the rest of the team were also engrossed in their work; no one complained or said they were tired. Everyone understood what this project meant to us.
Jiang Yichen pushed open the conference room door and walked in, carrying a stack of documents. He had taken off his suit jacket, and his shirt sleeves were casually rolled up to his elbows. His face showed a hint of fatigue, but his eyes remained sharp.