The Pentium Era - South to North

Liu Ligan returned home and saw Yilin's mother and Wenwen Qianqian standing in the yard below, talking about something. As soon as they saw Liu Ligan coming back, Wenwen and Qianqian seemed to have seen a ghost, and immediately After escaping back upstairs, Liu Ligan was wondering, what must these two guys be up to today?

Yilin's mother smiled when she saw Liu Ligan. Liu Ligan asked her, have all the off-plan buildings been sold?

"Sell it, sell it." Yilin's mother smiled.

"Is there any loss?"

Yilin's mother quickly shook her head and looked around. When Liu Ligan approached, she lowered her voice and told him that she had already made money here.

"How much did you make?"

"Twenty-five thousand."

"Three?"

Yilin's mother laughed loudly and told Liu Ligan that one of them made 25,000 yuan each and walked from upstairs to downstairs and sold them at the gate. Many people didn't get the number and couldn't get in. Waiting at the door, someone came down from upstairs and asked for their purchase number.

Only then did Liu Ligan realize that the so many people at the entrance of Longzhu Building that he saw in the morning had formed a temporary market for buying and selling the unfinished properties of Hongyu Building.

Liu Ligan smiled and said, Okay, just make money.

Liu Ligan walked upstairs and entered the room. Wenwen and Qianqian were sitting on the sofa. They laughed wildly when they saw him coming in. Liu Ligan suddenly woke up and cursed: "Fuck! Those three Yilin mothers Do you also have a share in the off-plan property?"

The two people laughed, and the flowers trembled wildly. Qianqian cursed, "Do you think we can't do anything if you don't sell it to us? Three off-plan properties, one for each of us, just right. Do you want to thank you?" Thank you, thank you, thank you!

After Qianqian finished scolding, the two of them rolled on the sofa, extremely happy. Liu Ligan scolded: "Thank you for being able to say it out loud. Even Yilin's mother wants to take advantage of it."

Liu Ligan walked over and wanted to hit them. Wenwen kicked her feet randomly to resist his approach and shouted loudly:

"What's wrong? Yilin's mother doesn't even have enough money to buy one, so why don't we lend her ten thousand? You're so kind, why don't you lend her the money?"

Liu Ligan was dumbfounded by them. He remembered and asked, "By the way, when I came back last night, were you pretending to be asleep? In fact, you all heard what Yilin's mother and I said down there?" "

"Of course, don't you hear that we can sleep?" Wenwen smiled.

Qianqian snorted and said, "I'm giving you an advantage. I didn't ask you for a midnight snack last night. I'll make up for it when I come back today."

Liu Ligan looked at them and said, "Sit down and let me ask you a serious question."

Wenwen stopped her legs, sat down on the sofa, and said, "Ask me."

"You go around every real estate like this every day. Let me ask you, are there more or less people speculating in off-the-plan real estate?"

"Of course there are too many. Dogs and cats are all speculating on off-the-plan properties." Wenwen said, "Now every place that sells off-the-plan properties is being snatched up. Moreover, starting from that ghost building of yours, many places have restricted purchases. Damn it, those good days when you can buy ten in one go are gone.”

"Yes, it's all your fault!" Qianqian scolded from the side.

"How about something like today, where you can make money by buying it upstairs and selling it downstairs? Is that much?" Liu Ligan asked.

"Of course there are more. We have all bought from others. Isn't there a purchase limit? If I want to buy five, there is no way. There are four more. You can only buy from other people. The person who bought them will turn around. It can be sold." Wenwen said.

"Those who drive vans don't drive during the day. Haven't you noticed that it's difficult to drive vans in Haicheng during the day?" Qianqian said, "Fortunately we have motorcycles."

"What did they do?" Liu Ligan asked.

Qianqian said: "Help people line up. It costs 30 yuan per person. This is for people who queued up and didn't get the off-the-plan property. If they queued up and bought it, the minimum is 100, and many are 200. It's not as good as driving a caravan." A good deal?"

"Yes, Yilin's mother goes out every morning and helps people line up. She earns income every day." Wenwen said.

Liu Ligan was secretly surprised. He didn't expect that real estate speculation in Haicheng had reached this level. Liu Ligan asked, "What about housing prices? Have you seen anywhere where housing prices are falling?"

Wenwen looked at Qianqian, and both of them shook their heads. Wenwen said: "How is it possible? How could the house prices fall? I haven't seen any of them."

"Yes, it's impossible. It will definitely continue to rise." Qianqian said.

Liu Ligan listened to their firm tone and thought that perhaps their judgment was more direct and accurate than Mr. Han's. After all, they were the real ones on the front line. Liu Ligan also felt that Qianqian's words were so familiar.

After thinking about it for a while, I remembered that Mr. Han had told him and Zheng Wei that time, saying that the Japanese were like this a few years ago and always believed that the stock market will always rise and housing prices will always rise.

Although Mr. Han also said that since last year, Japan's stock market and housing prices have begun to plummet, but it has taken more than 20 years to go from rise to fall. Haicheng's real estate has only been up for a few months. It's still early. Didn't Mr. Han himself say that the waves in Haicheng have just begun?

Thinking like this, Liu Ligan was full of confidence in the future of his Jinghai City and Jinghai International Financial Center. He thought, I don’t need more than 20 years, just give me five years. At that time, I will have these two projects , have been built and sold out, and I am just like Zhang Shaowen, returning home in fine clothes and spending time in the theater troupe every day.

No, I will buy a theater troupe. If I don’t buy anything else, I will buy the Yongcheng Wu Opera Troupe. My troupe is not going anywhere. What a crappy touring show. It sounds nice, but in fact it is almost like begging. My Liu Ligan’s troupe is the only one. If you don't do this, the stupid and poor troupe will go out and even the dead have to sing for them. Can my troupe, Liu Ligan, do this kind of thing?

Of course not. It’s a lifetime of bad luck. I, Liu Ligan’s troupe, won’t do it. What are we going to do?

I let them, Teacher Li, Xu Jianmei, and the drum-beating Teacher Xu, I let them live in a good place. Of course the shabby house of the troupe will be demolished, they will have good food, and I will at least build a building like Wanghai Tower. In the staff cafeteria, I asked them to schedule my new play every day to participate in the Ministry of Culture's performance. I didn't believe that I, Liu Ligan, couldn't win the best screenwriter award.

Am I the only person who can write "Model for the Times"?

Yes, I will write the story of our journey to Hainan.

That Feng Laogui, I fucking let him come on stage every day to act as a Spanish gangster. No, no, there are no Spanish gangsters in Haicheng, so I will let him play the bad guy under Azheng, the bad guy under Azheng, I go to tease beautiful women every day. That beautiful woman...

Thinking like this, Liu Ligan immediately thought of Tan Shuzhen. He was startled and stopped quickly, but he still brought his thoughts back to the ebb and flow of Haicheng.

Liu Ligan said to himself and in his heart that we are all the trendsetters, yes, as the newspapers said, the trendsetters of the times.

Thinking this, Liu Ligan couldn't help but straighten up. He seemed to see himself like a surfer, riding his orange surfboard, about to face a huge wave, rush up to the top of it, On the top of the wave, he will see that the sea and sky are blue, so blue that it makes people want to cry.

"Hey, what the hell are you giggling about?" Wenwen stretched out her toes and poked Liu Ligan twice in the waist, waking him up from his daydream.

"Okay, when I come back, I'll treat you to something delicious tonight." Liu Ligan grabbed the motorcycle key from the coffee table and said to Wenwen Qianqian.

"We are going to the Lion Building." Qianqian said.

"Okay, I'll invite you to the Lion Tower." Liu Ligan agreed.

Wenwen stretched out her hand towards Liu Ligan, and Liu Ligan asked strangely: "What are you doing?"

"Deposit, in case you come back and regret it, or you are fascinated by that bastard and don't come back." Wenwen said.

"Yes, yes." Qianqian jumped down from the sofa and grabbed Liu Ligan. Liu Ligan smiled bitterly in his heart. Damn it, didn't I ask for trouble?

He knew that he wouldn't be able to leave without giving today, so he asked, "How much?"

"Five hundred...it's cheaper for you, three hundred is fine." Wenwen said.

Liu Ligan touched his butt pocket but couldn't find his wallet. He opened his backpack and went to look inside. He found the wallet and saw a sealed envelope inside, and then he remembered that this was the first issue he had sold. On the day of the off-plan sale, I wrote it to Zhang Chen and put it in my bag, but I never forgot to send it.

The current situation is already different from when he wrote this letter, but Liu Ligan felt that the feeling he had when he wrote this letter was very real. He decided to send the letter anyway. He had time in the past two days. , and write a new letter to Zhang Chen, telling him what happened next.

"Are there any stamps?" Liu Ligan asked Wenwen and Qianqian.

"What are you doing, writing a love letter?" Wenwen asked.

"Yes, is there any?" Liu Ligan took out three hundred yuan from his wallet and held it in his hand: "Three hundred yuan buys a stamp."

Wenwen straightened up, and unexpectedly took the three hundred yuan from Liu Ligan's hand, then kicked her inside, walked to the inner room, and took out a stamp.

As Liu Ligan went downstairs, he took out the letter. He turned the stamp over, licked the adhesive backing with his tongue, and then affixed the stamp to the envelope.

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