Qian Hui came back very quickly, in about five minutes.
The landlord of the courtyard also came along.
He is a middle-aged man in his fifties.
Qian Hui quickly stepped into the courtyard. As soon as he entered, he took the initiative to introduce the owner to Feng Zhiyi, "Comrade Feng, this uncle is the owner of this courtyard house."
Feng Zhiyi looked at the other person and nodded slightly.
When the homeowner saw that the buyer was actually a little girl, he was surprised for a moment and said, "Little girl, my house is in a very good environment and the location is perfect. If you turn left, you will see Peking University. There are two famous schools in front of Peking University."
He paused, then boasted, "Most importantly, the feng shui of my courtyard is excellent. At 6,500, you'll definitely make a fortune if you buy it."
Of course she knew that the feng shui of this courtyard was excellent, and she made a fortune after buying it.
The problem is, it's not worth that price now.
Although Feng Zhiyi is not short of money, she is not a walking money bag and will not become a spendthrift just because the other party praised the courtyard to the skies.
Qian Hui couldn't help but facepalm. What's wrong with Uncle Feng? They had already agreed on 5,800 yuan, so why did he suddenly change his mind after coming over?
"Five thousand eight hundred, not a penny more."
After Feng Zhiyi finished speaking, she turned around and walked out of the courtyard without stopping for a moment.
"Let's each give a little, six thousand two, okay...?"
The homeowner had originally planned to haggle a bit, but seeing that Feng Zhiyi was about to walk away, he immediately changed his tune, "Oh, young lady, don't go yet! We can talk things over. Five thousand eight is five thousand eight. I'll sell this courtyard to you at a loss."
Feng Zhiyi stopped and turned to look at him, slowly opening her lips, "Comrade, although this is my first time in the capital, I know that five thousand eight thousand is already a high price for a waiter like this to enter the hospital."
So, you don’t lose out at all.
The homeowner chuckled awkwardly, nudged Qian Hui with his arm, and urged him, "Little Qian, could you help us write two purchase contracts? We'll exchange the money for the property on the spot. After we finish the transfer at your housing authority, I need to rush to the station to buy train tickets for tomorrow."
If his son hadn't been urging him to go to Southern Province to help take care of their children, he really wouldn't have been willing to sell this yard, because the location of this yard was so good, and it was very convenient for the children to go to school.
However, he also has a courtyard nearby, which he plans to keep for his retirement.
After listening to Uncle Feng's words, Qian Hui first looked at Feng Zhiyi. Seeing that she nodded, he walked to the rattan table in the yard, took out the contract from his briefcase, placed it on the rattan table, and then asked the two of them to sign and put their fingerprints on it.
The transaction was completed shortly afterward.
After confirming there were no problems and signing the purchase contract, Feng Zhiyi opened her backpack and took out six stacks of 1,000 yuan bills. Each stack contained exactly 1,000 yuan. From the last stack, she took out twenty bills.
Then hand it to the homeowner.
"You can take inventory."
The homeowner nodded, picked up the money on the table and began to count it. At the same time, he distractedly asked Feng Zhiyi, "Little girl, do you still want to buy a house?"
"You... still have houses to sell?" Feng Zhiyi asked him calmly.
But the homeowner shook his head. "It wasn't me. It was an old professor I know. He has a courtyard house with six courtyards."
"Mr. Yun is a professor at Peking University. He went to Northeast China for a few years. At that time, he rented his courtyard house to the street office for free. He only returned from Northeast China half a month ago."
"Not two days after he came back, the neighborhood committee returned his six-courtyard house to him, but the dozen or so families living inside refused to leave."
At this point, he couldn't help but let out a long sigh.
Then he continued with resignation, "Mr. Yun is also very angry. That house is clearly his, but he has run into a bunch of scoundrels. The leaders of the street office have gone to mediate several times, but in the end, those people just threw a tantrum and refused to move out."
"So he thought he might as well sell the house."
If it weren't for that group of scoundrels who insisted on staying in the courtyard house of the Yun family, the old man Yun would never have been willing to sell that courtyard house.
Because that courtyard used to be the residence of a prince, it was not only huge, but also in a particularly good location, right next to the Forbidden City, a location that is hard to come by.
Moreover, that courtyard house was warm in winter and cool in summer; living inside, one could hardly feel the heat in the summer.
It was also because of the intense partisan strife in China in previous years, coupled with the loss of Master Yun's most prized disciple, that Master Yun became bald and ineffective for a long time, and eventually went to the countryside in Northeast China to stay for a few years.
Just got back here...
"Is the professor you mentioned at home now? If so, could you ask him to take us to see the house?" Feng Zhiyi was already attracted when he heard that it was a courtyard house with six entrances and six exits, and that it was next to the Forbidden City.
However, she didn't show it on her face.
A courtyard house with six entrances and six exits is not something an ordinary family can afford, which shows that Professor Yun's status is extraordinary.
"Yes, yes, little girl, wait a moment, I'll go back and get him..."
Before he could finish speaking, Old Feng hurriedly stood up and quickly headed out of the yard.
He was so fast that anyone who didn't know better would think he was being chased by bad guys. In the blink of an eye, he was already far away.
After Lao Feng left, Ye Xiuqing immediately voiced her doubts, "He said the other person's surname is Yun? If I remember correctly, the current president of Peking University is surnamed Yun, right?"
“That’s right, his surname is indeed Yun.” Lu Yunhai nodded. “Old Yun, whose full name is Yun Zhiyuan, is a famous writer in our country Z. Moreover, his ancestors were close relatives of the Prince’s Mansion. His six-courtyard house was the former Prince’s Mansion.”
Upon hearing Lu Yunhai's words, Ye Xiuqing instantly realized, "No wonder that surname sounded so familiar, it turns out it's Elder Yun!"
Yun Zhiyuan is not only the dean and professor of Peking University, he is also the mentor of Jun Lao and Jun Yifeng, grandfather and grandson. Unfortunately, after Jun Yifeng and his wife died in a fire a few years ago, Yun Lao was so sad that he finally went directly to the Northeast.
It was more than half a month ago that Mr. Jun personally sent someone to the Northeast to invite it back.
That was a highly respected elder, whom even the most senior official, Lord Jun, treated with deference, let alone others.
Shen Yaqin frowned and pondered, "That's not right. If he really is that Elder Yun, then why didn't he ask his old leader for help when he encountered trouble? Even if he didn't want to trouble his old leader, he could have asked Uncle Xie and the others."
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