"Dad, it must be Huo Zhanting pulling strings behind the scenes! Otherwise, why would those real estate companies refuse to even meet with me? They didn't send anyone to my sister's engagement party either."
Ouyang Xiu paced angrily in circles.
Ouyang Xiong held back his frustration, watching his son pacing relentlessly, feeling increasingly irritable. He tapped his cane, "Alright, alright, stop pacing. I was too naive. Even if Huo Zhanting hasn't specifically made arrangements, those people aren't necessarily willing to let us share the pie anyway."
Besides, the Ouyang family's reputation isn't great right now. Those real estate companies that weren't invited to Ouyang Yan's engagement party are small firms, struggling for survival as it is. How could they risk offending big companies by cooperating with us?
"So what do we do now? Are we really going to spend six hundred million to buy that plot of land?" Ouyang Xiu flopped onto the sofa, his face full of resentment.
