Seventy-year-old book: The villain Zaizai’s best mother

Why are houses expensive?

Of course...there are other people who want to make money.

Jin Hu wants to earn commission, so those who can provide him with a house or help transfer the property, shouldn't they also earn commission?

Of course the money has to come from the buyer.

The seller has already pressed down on the price. A house costs 200 yuan. There are many people renting out the house, so it needs to be cheaper in order to sell it quickly. Moreover, if the house has problems, it will be even cheaper, so there is not much room for lowering the price.

In the end, Erzhuang said that he had to go home and discuss it with his parents. After all, they were responsible for choosing, and their parents were responsible for paying, right?

It’s not like Jin Hu hasn’t helped Erzhuang and the others buy things before, such as vases from the Qing Dynasty, old mahogany furniture, interesting ornaments, etc. The teenagers all bought them after taking a fancy to them, so it didn’t take so much effort.

He received the message and was still smiling when he sent the two men out, "Little brother, the price is still negotiable. Please tell me the price."

Erzhuang laughed and said, "Then I don't dare. If I say it, I'm afraid Brother Hu will think that I'm a kid who's ignorant and talking nonsense. What if he beats me again?"

Jin Hu laughed loudly, "Buying, bidding, and counter-offering are natural."

Er Zhuang turned to look at Xiao Zhuang and Miaomiao: "Sister, little brother, what are you two looking at?"

Miao Miao smiled and said nothing. She already understood Er Zhuang's method, so she quietly scolded Xiao Zhuang and let him talk.

Xiaozhuang showed an attitude that was both mature and innocent, and said with a smile: "Look, that shabby house costs 1400 at most, and the 11-room courtyard is bigger, 2500."

Jin Hu: Hey, you guys are so brave to speak up. You almost got a low price as soon as you came.

No, maybe someone got a low price and then added a few hundred dollars to it.

Jin Hu laughed even louder, "You guys, little ancestors, you can't help but give me Jin Hu a bite to eat, right? Besides, how can this be transferred? Then..." He made a gesture of counting money, " Right?"

Da Zhuang: "The small one is 1550, and the big one is 2600."

Jinhu: I will.

Without reaching an agreement, Erzhuang and the others left. They still wanted to go shopping.

Er Zhuang has become addicted to shopping and found that he was making money selling goods with Song Yanmin, Yuezhou and others in the south. It was also good to sell antiques here in the north.

My mother said this is called investment.

No matter whether he sells it or donates it to the museum in the future... No, why would he donate it to the museum?

He made money to build a museum for his mother, and put all these things on display for her to see as she pleased. It would not only protect the cultural relics, but also sell tickets and so on. Wouldn't it be great?

His mother said that cultural relics are precious treasures for all mankind. He can't keep them as his own even if he spends a small amount of money to pick them up, let alone sell them abroad casually.

Although it is the wealth of all mankind, does this cultural relic still have a country?

Although he doesn't understand that much yet, he is obedient and a filial child.

They went to another store to inquire about it and bought a few small items. They also heard that there was a jar for pickles and a trough for feeding pigs at home. They looked like antiques, so they were asked to come and have a look.

Erzhuang: "Little brother~, why don't you go back with me?"

Xiao Zhuang: "What's so good about the pickle jar? Even if the pig trough is an antique, I don't want to see it."

Erzhuang: "Brother, why do you still dislike it? Why do you still engage in discrimination? Then antiques are antiques, and making pig troughs is not what they mean, isn't it? It's already pitiful, why are you still trying to be arrogant?"

Xiao Zhuang also had a good reason: "There are a lot of antiques in the underground, so you don't have to buy them? Whatever you buy depends on fate. Is it possible that you still want to buy all the antiques back? Besides, you have That money? I can tell you, you don’t have much money in your account. You will be a bachelor after buying the yard.”

Er Zhuang's eyes widened, as if he heard something terrifying.

Are you going to become pauper?

That won't work!

Then you must continue to make money.

He wanted to develop his business in the capital, but after careful investigation by several of them, he found that it was a bit unrealistic.

why?

The capital is a mixed bag, and it's not that easy to mix up.

There are already local gangsters on every street. Whoever speculates here or sells things on the black market somewhere, they are all known, and they have to pay protection fees.

Although they can go shopping for goods in antique markets and buy and sell things to specialists, they cannot secretly set up stalls on the streets.

Every line has its own rules, although these rules are set by those who don't follow the rules.

Erzhuang: "We can't make money for a while?"

Da Zhuang: "Isn't there still money in Mingcheng?"

Gu Nianjun: "We are not here, only Song Yanmin is okay, everyone else... I guess they will have to play tricks."

They developed several downlines and distributed the goods to others for sale. In the past, it was fine for them to keep an eye on collecting accounts on a regular basis, but now if they don't, they will definitely commit fraud.

Although they are small, they also know that human nature is unfathomable.

After all, we all came here by feeling the stones. Many things were experienced by ourselves.

Fortunately, Xia Mingshuang and Song Yanmin were there to take care of him. Big losses would be unbearable, but small losses would continue.

There is no way to do business without suffering losses.

"How about..." Erzhuang began to roll his eyes in thought, "Shall we give uncle a call?"

Lan Xuefeng has been in contact with them in the past few years, but they only meet less often. After all, Lan Xuefeng is busy with work.

Miaomiao: "Uncle is in Guangdong Province, can you take care of the affairs here?"

Erzhuang: "My uncle is in Guangdong, but he is still influential in the capital. He has relatives and friends."

Xiao Zhuang: "Then it's better to ask Brother Yuhui to help. Brother Yuhui said that his little grandpa is at the Public Security Bureau."

Erzhuang shook his finger: "No! NO! Brother Yuhui and little grandpa are talented people here. It's easy to make mistakes. We can't let people make mistakes."

Xiao Zhuang: "..."

Why didn’t I know that you, second brother, are still so hypocritical?

Finally, Erzhuang came up with a solution, "Let's borrow money from my uncle first!"

It's not illegal to borrow money, right? Hahaha.

He was impatient and would do whatever he said, so they ran to call Lan Xuefeng.

Lan Xuefeng was participating in a red-blue confrontation exercise with his brother troops. He was losing his temper with a sullen face, frightening several army cadres so much that they dared not breathe.

At this time, the communication company sent a message, "Chief, there is an incoming call."

Lan Xuefeng gestured to take it.

The officers looked at him cautiously, wondering who would dare to call the leader at this time and wait to be scolded.

Lan Xuefeng had a sullen face and said, "I am Lan Xuefeng."

The next second he heard the voices of several children coming from the phone, his gloom suddenly changed, and a smile crept up his thick eyebrows, "Haha, why did it take you so long to call uncle? You should keep in touch, and call me if you have anything. Call, thank you letter.”

Several teenagers gathered around the microphone to say hello to Lan Xuefeng one by one.

Then Erzhuang said with a smile: "Uncle, we want to ask you for something."

Lan Xuefeng smiled and said: "Say, I will answer any request."

Erzhuang: "Well...Uncle, I would like to ask how much private money you have?"

Lan Xuefeng: "Private money? Oh, you have to ask your aunt about this. She hasn't talked to me seriously for several years. How about... you ask?"