Reborn as the twin sister of the male protagonist with her mortal enemy

The two sisters have looked at a lot of houses recently and have found many that they like. They are all waiting for Zheng Guixiang to pay and move in.

There are many ways to make a fortune quietly. It's enough to make a decent profit from treasury bonds. Houses will definitely be a hard currency that can resist inflation in the next 30 years.

Especially the houses here in Shanghai.

"This, this house is all shabby, what's the point of buying it?" After looking at a few houses stupidly, Zheng Guixiang finally understood. Seeing the sea is just a side job, and looking at the house is the real deal.

If he had dared to dream of a house in Shanghai before coming here, it wouldn't just be that he didn't dare to dream about it, but that it simply wouldn't exist in his dreams.

Even though he knew exactly how difficult it was for rural people to transfer their household registration to the city, he had heard about it.

It’s useless to buy a house in the city if you can’t become a city dweller.

In his mind, the concept of a house is very traditional and simple, that is, it is for living. He may not come to Shanghai once a year or even several years, so it feels like a waste of money to buy so many houses here.

What's more, the houses they are looking at now are not as magnificent as the ones they built themselves in the village, but with the money they paid, they can build several houses at home.

The house here is so inferior to the one his daughter bought in Shanghai, and the location is also remote, so Zheng Guixiang doesn't like it.

Buying a house to rent out or investing were options he had never thought of.

However, he will soon feel the currency depreciation, and his ideas will naturally change accordingly.

According to his current living conditions, the money he earns is enough for his descendants to live a wealthy life for several lifetimes. But facing the wheel of the times, even if the money has not depreciated, facing more material desires, he will always feel that the money is not enough to spend.

Zheng Hanqiu once lived in Shanghai. Although he didn’t know much about its future development, he had a certain understanding of the area where he once lived.

The house prices in the east are still low now. If you buy some properties, you will have the capital to turn things around in the future if anything happens to your family.

Zheng Guixiang doesn't believe that the prices of houses here will skyrocket in the future, but if his daughter wants to buy one, then she can buy it. In his mind, whatever his eldest son does is reliable.

"Dad, you should buy a few houses for yourself. Instead of bringing so much money back and being worried, it's better to bring some money and some property certificates back." Zheng Hanqiu chose a small Western-style building for himself and bought a few old houses, all of which had wide roads outside for parking.

Zheng Juzi didn't know much about real estate in Shanghai. At first, he just thought that buying one house would not be a loss, so he naturally continued to buy houses following Zheng Hanqiu.

Of course, she wouldn't buy too many. There are many places to invest in houses, such as the capital, Guangzhou, and Shenzhen. She doesn't want to stick to this one place.

Now both factories need to be expanded, which requires a lot of money. This money certainly cannot all be used to turn it into fixed assets.

Zheng Guixiang was tempted. His daughter had bought so many things, so as a father he naturally had to get involved.

Zheng Guixiang chose three small Western-style buildings together.

The location here is not as good as the west side, but they are all small Western-style buildings near the Magic City, and you can’t get one without 70,000 or 80,000 yuan.

One of the suites was chosen by Zheng Hanqiu. "Dad, do you like this place too?"

Zheng Guixiang said, "This place doesn't look any better than home, but if you like it, why can't I?"

Zheng Hanqiu...why are your selection criteria so special?

"Don't worry, if you want to write your name on it, please do so." Zheng Guixiang didn't understand what they meant by property rights, but he knew his daughter was very concerned about it, so he continued, "This one will be written in your sister's name, and the rest will be written in your brother's name."

The two sisters understood that their father wanted to buy a house for each of his three children.

Zheng Hanqiu reminded tentatively: "Dad, have you ever thought about buying a house and putting your own name on it?"

Zheng Guixiang said nonchalantly: "It will be given to you in the future anyway. Writing your names on it will save us from arguing in the future."

Zheng Hanqiu...

With someone easy to deal with, and with money things can be done quickly, so several house transactions were completed on this day, and the rest will only have to wait until tomorrow to be completed, which will not delay their return home.

In the evening, Zheng Guixiang dressed up carefully and said he was going out to have dinner with friends.

Song Tianyou has come to treat us to a few meals these days, but since we don't have phone calls to keep in touch with people around us, we basically rely on face-to-face chatting.

The friend Zheng Guixiang was talking about was an educated youth who went to the countryside from his former village, and the meeting place was nearby.

"What if they don't come?" Zheng Juzi asked worriedly.

Today's meeting was arranged several days ago. Li Chongwei was also in Shanghai on a business trip, so it's possible that he had something else and went back and we couldn't get in touch.

Zheng Guixiang didn't really care and said, "If you didn't come, then you didn't come. I'll just walk a few more steps."

"I haven't seen them for more than ten years, and I don't know how they are doing now." People always have some filters for the past, and they miss it to some extent.

Zheng Guixiang recalled that he was still a young man at that time, and he just followed others foolishly. So many years have passed, and he has already married and had children... It seems that in his memory, his three children were either afraid of him or ran ahead of him. As a father, he really has no sense of accomplishment.

After looking at his two daughters with emotion, Zheng Guixiang decided to go out for dinner alone.

He didn't know what the scene would be like after not seeing them for so many years. What if he was the only one who went and no one else went? Wouldn't that make the children laugh? Zheng Guixiang decided not to take the two with him.

You won't go without us?

"Sister, we are free anyway, why don't we go with Dad and take a look?" Zheng Juzi's curiosity was amplified by Zheng Guixiang's actions.

Zheng Hanqiu asked lazily, "Do you know where Dad is going to eat?"

Zheng Juzi looked at Wang Wei, asking with her eyes where her father had gone.

Wang Wei had been following Zheng Guixiang every day recently, so he naturally knew where he went for dinner. He didn't say that the matter was confidential, so Wang Wei answered his boss's questions very fluently.

"I heard that restaurant is not cheap." Zheng Hanqiu would never say that he was curious, so he said calmly, "It's not too far, let's go and have a good meal."

The driver borrowed by Boss Song took Zheng Guixiang to dinner. With so much cash at home, Luo Cheng must stay at home to keep it. The place was not too far away, so the two sisters walked with Wang Wei to "Bagua".

"Boss, there is something I want to tell you." Wang Wei didn't know whether he should tell it or not. It didn't hurt to tell it now since he had nothing to say.

Zheng Juzi said: "You say."

Wang Wei said: "We saw Qi Xiaojian yesterday when we were collecting treasury bonds at the Sicheng Sewing Machine Factory."

Logically, he didn't know Qi Xiaojian, but there were too many rumors about the old Taoist priest in Aotang Village. In addition, the two sisters encountered criminals after Qi Meng appeared before the New Year, so he took the initiative to get to know the Qi family members who might be related.