"You're too late! The houses in our village have already been bought by a few young men!"
"The rest will not be sold."
"Why are you city people all coming to our rural area to buy houses? Can you tell me why?"
An old man initially looked regretful, but then his expression turned more puzzled.
First, Zhou Chen came to buy houses in the village, and now another group of people have come. What's so good about the houses in their village that makes them all want to come and buy them?
This sparked the curiosity of the other villagers, who also wanted to know the answer.
However at this moment,
Zhao Kun and Zhou Chuan were too caught off guard by the sudden turn of events to answer.
Because I never imagined that someone would beat me to it.
Before coming, Zhao Kun had no worries about this at all. At most, he thought that the price would not be agreed upon and a tug-of-war would take place. But he never expected that someone would beat him to it.
According to what the old man in front of us said, does that mean they have no houses to buy?
How could he possibly report back to Brother Hu?
If he disappoints Brother Hu, what will Brother Hu think of him? Will he still be given important responsibilities in the future?
no!
This must not be allowed to happen.
Zhao Kun was unwilling to let this hard-won opportunity to prove himself slip away.
"Sir, isn't there a single family willing to sell?"
Zhao Kun quickly pressed for more information, his expression serious.
The old man shook his head. “There aren’t many families in our village to begin with. Those guys bought fifty houses in two days, leaving only seven or eight. These families have successful sons and daughters, they don’t lack money, and they prefer to stay in the village. None of them want to move away, otherwise they would have sold them long ago.”
Upon hearing this, Zhao Kun's heart sank again, and he was furious. Who was the bastard who bought so many houses at once? You see, Brother Hu had instructed him to buy as many bungalows in the village as possible, even if it was only 100,000 or 200,000 yuan per house. Hearing that so much money was being spent on bungalows showed how much Brother Hu valued the village's bungalows.
Unfortunately, they were a step too late.
Currently, only seven or eight households remain unsold.
Zhao Kun knew that no matter what, he had to buy a few sets to report back; if he returned empty-handed, Brother Hu would definitely be extremely disappointed in him.
Thinking of this, Zhao Kun's mind raced, and when he spoke again, he became particularly enthusiastic, his face full of fake smiles as he said, "Sir, could you do me a favor? Could you talk to someone and get them to sell the house to me? Don't worry, as long as this is done, I definitely won't treat you unfairly. I'll give you an extra hundred yuan. What do you think?"
"Give me a hundred yuan?"
The old man was taken aback by what he heard.
Seeing the surprised look on the old man's face, Zhao Kun was secretly delighted, thinking that there was hope. This expression meant that he was definitely tempted. As long as the old man in the village helped and persuaded him, he might be able to buy back the remaining seven or eight bungalows, which would be considered a success.
“Young man, you’re not generous enough. That guy before gave you a full three hundred yuan. You should find someone else. I can’t do this job. I have to move.”
The old man shook his head, said no more to Zhao Kun, put his hands behind his back, turned and left.
The remaining villagers, seeing this, also felt that Zhao Kun was petty and dispersed, no longer paying attention to him.
In an instant, only Zhao Kun and Zhou Chuan were left standing bewildered in the wind.
They were actually rejected!
Zhao Kun never expected that the idea of giving the villagers kickbacks had already been used by someone else, and the other party had given much more than him, which made him seem stingy and unpopular in comparison.
Damn it!
The house was snatched up by someone else, and the method I came up with had already been used by that person.
Who is that guy? He's always going against him and ruining his future. He deserves to die.
If he finds out who it is, he'll definitely make things difficult for them!
He swore.
“Brother-in-law, if Old Bi Deng doesn’t want to help, fine. We’ll figure it out ourselves. I don’t believe there’s nothing money can’t buy.”
Zhou Chuan spat in the direction the old man had left, looking displeased.
Feeling frustrated, Zhao Kun thought this made sense. He couldn't give up and go home just because of a few words from others. He had brought over a million yuan with him, and there was no reason for him not to spend a penny. Brother Hu had said that even if it was 100,000 or 200,000 yuan, he had to buy it. He should just throw money at it; that would eventually win people over.
It's nothing serious, it's something money can't fix.
Just like in the eyes of women who sell their bodies, no woman is unsellable; if she doesn't sell, it only means she doesn't have enough money.
After making up their minds, the group began going door-to-door to inquire.
The morning passed quietly.
Things didn't go as Zhao Kun and Zhou Chuan had expected. Even with 200,000 yuan, the villagers, after recovering from their shock, still refused outright and wouldn't sell.
Of the eight households that were left, not one was willing to sell.
Zhao Kun's face was extremely gloomy. It was too embarrassing. Two hundred thousand yuan couldn't even buy a bungalow. In other villages, it would be a pipe dream.
They treated a dilapidated house like a treasure.
He knew that even if he kept raising the price, the villagers wouldn't sell; they would only think their houses were more valuable.
“Secretary Xu, you saw the whole thing today. It’s not that I don’t want to fulfill Brother Hu’s instructions, it’s just that the house was bought in advance. The remaining villagers are stubborn and treat the house like gold. No matter how much money we offer, they won’t sell it. You see, talk to Brother Hu and see if the houses in other villages will work. Why should we put all our eggs in one basket?”
Zhao Kun was very polite to the man sent by Brother Hu to safeguard the million-dollar sum, and at the same time offered some minor suggestions.
The man's face was expressionless. "Mr. Hu only wants the houses in this village. He doesn't want the houses in other villages, even if they cost a thousand yuan. However, today's matter is indeed not related to you. I will explain to Mr. Hu. But I suggest that you find out the information of the person who got there first, so that you don't leave empty-handed and make Mr. Hu too disappointed in you."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Kun slapped his forehead, belatedly realizing that he had forgotten about this matter. Fortunately, Secretary Xu reminded him.
"Thank you for your guidance, Secretary Xu. I will never forget your kindness."
Zhao Kun clasped his hands in a fist salute, expressing his sincere gratitude. Then, he turned around and, with Zhou Chuan in to find out from the villagers who had bought most of the houses in the village.
Secretary Xu then took out her phone and made a call.
"Mr. Hu, things have changed..."
Half an hour later,
Zhao Kun and Zhou Chuan heard a familiar name from the villagers: Zhou Chen, who had preemptively bought fifty bungalows.
"How could it be him?"
Zhou Chuan looked on incredulously.
Zhao Kun was also shocked. However, the villagers had no reason to lie to him. The question was, where did Zhou Chen get so much money to buy fifty houses?
Even if each set isn't cheap, costing tens of thousands of yuan, fifty sets would add up to one or two million yuan.
Does Zhou Chen have that kind of net worth?
Or is it...?
Zhao Kun suddenly had a thought.
Is it possible that the person wasn't Zhou Chen, whom he knew, but someone with the same name?
...
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