Xia Qingqing smiled like a little fox. Look, the price can be lowered, which means the other party didn't offer the bottom price at all.
She looked at the middle-aged man with a smile and said, "Uncle, the price you quoted is a bit too high. Since you're willing to compromise, I'll compromise too. How about I add another 8,000 yuan?"
The middle-aged man choked; this was truly a huge step back.
He didn't want to play games with Xia Qingqing anymore, so he sighed and said, "Little girl, this is a proper two-courtyard house. Go ask around, even one-courtyard houses are selling for six or seven thousand now."
“Other people’s courtyards are ready to move into right away, unlike yours which is dilapidated. Uncle, just give us an honest price, so we don’t waste our time here.”
Xia Qingqing knew that the uncle would definitely not agree to the price she offered, but that's how buying and selling works, isn't it? Sellers ask for exorbitant prices, and buyers haggle over them.
The middle-aged man glanced at Xia Qingqing and finally revealed his bottom line: "Alright, alright, little girl, I'm scared of you. 9,000 yuan, not a penny less, otherwise I won't sell it."
He was truly impressed by this little girl. She looked small and weak, but she was better than anyone else at bargaining. She was practically skinning him alive.
The thought that he would lose 1,000 yuan in just a few words made his heart ache.
9,000 yuan is the lowest price he can accept; he would rather let the house rot than sell it for any less.
Xia Qingqing tried hard to suppress her joy and pretended to think. She couldn't agree too readily, otherwise the other party would definitely feel that she was being taken advantage of. Now that the two of them were about to sign a contract, they could go back on their word at any time.
After several minutes, Xia Qingqing said calmly, "Alright, 9000 it is. When would be a good time for us to go to the housing management bureau to transfer the property?"
At this moment, the little voice inside her head was already cheering wildly.
This bargaining skill is really satisfying; she saved herself 1,000 yuan in just a few words. Awesome!
Seeing that Xia Qingqing had agreed, the middle-aged man secretly let out a sigh of relief: "I can go anytime. I happen to have a relative who works at the Housing Management Bureau. I'll just slip him a red envelope later."
The middle-aged man wanted to give Xia Qingqing some time to go to the bank to withdraw money, but Xia Qingqing simply patted her handbag and took out a wad of cash.
"I have them all on me. Let's sign the contract first, and I'll give you the rest of the money after the transfer of ownership."
The middle-aged man looked at Xia Qingqing with deep admiration. This girl was really something, carrying nearly 10,000 yuan on her person.
He was either incredibly skilled and daring, or just recklessly bold. Judging from the young girl's bargaining performance, he subconsciously felt that she belonged to the former category.
Song Ze looked at the stack of money Xia Qingqing took out and a look of worry flashed across his face. It was too unsafe for Qingqing to take so much money on the train.
Moreover, judging from her reaction, she definitely has more than 9,000 yuan in her hands. With so much money, she's not afraid of it being stolen if she just leaves it in her dorm room. He'll have to give her a good talking-to later; one should always be wary of others.
The middle-aged man himself hadn't expected to sell the house so quickly, nor had he prepared any cooperation plans, so he could only ask Xia Qingqing to write two copies on the spot.
After finalizing some potentially contentious details with the other party, both of them signed and pressed their fingerprints.
Xia Qingqing then handed the prepared money to the middle-aged man: "Uncle, please count it first to see if it's correct. After you've counted it, we'll go to the housing management office."
4500 yuan is equivalent to 450 ten-yuan bills, which would be a very tall stack in your hand.
Although the middle-aged man had such a large courtyard, it was all inherited from his ancestors, and by his generation, the family had fallen into decline.
His children have all grown up and reached marriageable age. It's not easy to divide this dilapidated courtyard among his children. His son needs a bride price to get married, and his daughter needs a dowry to get married.
What can you do if the land isn't divided evenly? You can only sell the yard.
The middle-aged man counted the large ten-yuan bills one by one, unable to contain his excitement, and planned in his mind how to use the money.
He divided half of it among his children, and planned to keep the rest for himself and his wife to support themselves in their old age, as a form of security for them.
He was unwilling to place all his hopes for the rest of his life on his son. He had been through it all himself, and after his son got married, he had his own little family. When faced with problems, his family was the first thing he would consider.
After confirming that the amount of money was correct, the middle-aged man took Xia Qingqing and Song Ze directly to the housing management office, where the relative he mentioned was handling the transfer of ownership.
The two weren't exactly close relatives, so the middle-aged man secretly slipped the other man a 10-yuan red envelope. With the red envelope, the man quickly completed the formalities for them.
After the transfer was completed, Xia Qingqing readily handed the remaining money to the middle-aged man: "Uncle, please count it and see if it's correct. Once you've received this money, we're even, and that yard is mine."
"Yes, yes, the amount is fine. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now," the middle-aged man said with a smile as he put the money in his bag and prepared to leave.
He wasn't as bold as this girl, who dared to leave so much money on her person. If she were robbed on the street, she would have nowhere to turn for help.
After watching the uncle leave, Xia Qingqing fiddled with the two new house and land deeds she had just received, and a strange sense of satisfaction welled up in her heart.
She now has another small courtyard; how could she not be happy?
Seeing that there was no one else around, Song Ze whispered in Xia Qingqing's ear, "Qingqing, are you planning to keep all your money in your dorm room? Isn't that a bit unsafe? What if someone steals it?"
Hearing this, Xia Qingqing coughed slightly, feeling a little awkward: "Well, I've hidden this money really well, I guarantee no one will be able to find where I hid it."
"Besides, nobody knows I have money, so how would they steal it?"
After careful consideration, Song Ze felt that this made sense. There's a saying that the darkest place is under the lamp, meaning the most dangerous place is the safest.
Besides, he knew that Xia Qingqing's money probably wasn't earned through any legitimate means, and depositing it in a bank wouldn't withstand scrutiny, so this was the only option for now.
Song Ze nodded and said, "Alright then, just keep that in mind. If you need my help, just let me know."
"I've got it all figured out, don't worry," Xia Qingqing said with an expression of complete control.
Her money is hidden in the safest place in the world, and no one can steal it unless the system's warehouse suddenly disappears.
She had asked the system this question before, since all her assets were stored in the system's warehouse. What if the system suddenly disappeared? She would be left with nothing.
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