For a relatively small company like Fengchen, the number of people taken to a bid has its own science. Taking too many, say a bustling group of ten or so, appears overly solemn and indicates a lack of confidence. Taking too few, of course, won't do, as it shows a lack of importance.
So, Lin Mochen brought three people with him. Sun Zhi, the real estate company manager, was there to get things done; Antony was there to get things done and add a bit of show. Mu Hanxia? Naturally, he had to bring his woman.
It was just past eight in the morning, and there was still a bit of a jam on the road. They had a slight time cushion before the scheduled meeting at nine thirty.
Mu Hanxia and Lin Mochen sat in the back seat.
"Do you think Old Fang will adjust the bidding sequence for us?" she asked.
"He will," he answered.
His certainty calmed Mu Hanxia's nerves.
Suddenly, he spoke again, "After the bidding is over today, accompany me to have another look at that plot of land."