Wand Tower, 68th floor, bidding hall. The influential people in the provincial capital's real estate circle were basically all present. Shen Zhengye sat in the very center of the review committee. Twelve reviewers on both sides. Shen Yixuan sat at the very end of the review committee. His face didn't have much expression. But the hand under the table was trembling.



Jincheng and Yuanyang went first. Their schemes were solid, but they all revolved around design and calculations. The review committee listened politely without much reaction.



When the host announced Hongtu Real Estate, Su Wanting stood up from her seat. Dark blue suit. Hair in a low ponytail. She walked to the front of the podium. Didn't stand behind the podium. Stood to the side. On the podium, there was no script. Just a remote control.



"Good morning, everyone. I'm Su Wanting from Hongtu Real Estate."



She paused.



"Before the formal presentation, I want to say one thing. Three weeks ago, our scheme was stolen. The person who stole the scheme is my ex-husband, Lu Yichen, Project Director at Ruiheng Real Estate. He bribed an IT person at my company to use an administrator account to remotely log into my computer and copy the entire Star River Bay project folder."



The conference room erupted with a buzz. People exchanged glances. Some put down the teacups in their hands.



"I'm not here today to file accusations."



Wanting's voice was very calm.



"I'm here to tell everyone that the Hongtu scheme-you won't see it in the leaked files."



She pressed the remote control once. Four large characters appeared on the screen: Gambling Agreement.



"Hongtu Real Estate promises: within five years after the Star River Bay project enters operation, the talent retention rate in the east district will increase by thirty percent. If we fail to meet this, Hongtu will voluntarily compensate Wand Group: five hundred million."



No one made a sound in the conference room. A reviewer's pen clattered onto the table and rolled two circles.



"Director Su."



A reviewer took off his glasses and wiped them.



"On what basis are you so confident?"



"On the basis of data."



Wanting flipped to the next page. It wasn't a data table. It was a photo. The row of plastic chairs at the entrance of the east district talent market. She had sat there for a week.



"In the past three years, the talent retention rate for the six projects led by Hongtu averaged thirty-five percent increase. I have visited every single project site in person. I squatted at the talent market and talked to every person looking for a job: why don't you stay in the east district? What they said most often was the same sentence. No one has ever thought about wanting me to stay."



She turned off the PPT and placed the remote control on the podium.



"This commitment, the opponent cannot copy it. Because no one dares to sign this commitment."



The venue was so quiet you could hear the air conditioning humming. Shen Zhengye sat up straight. His gaze locked onto her face. It wasn't the look of evaluating a scheme. It was the look of someone who had been looking for a person for a lifetime.