After acquiring the three villas, Xie Yuyao had used up most of her public income.
She then abandoned her plan to continue hoarding properties and, together with Zhao Honghui, began to venture out and truly tour the greater Shanghai city.
At the time, Shanghai goods were all the rage across the country, becoming a symbol of fashion and wealth. The two of them swept up a lot of merchandise from the New World Department Store, including many high-end foreign items.
During this period, Mr. Jiang, the homeowner who had previously broken the contract, tried his best to sell the house. However, there were not many people with the financial means and courage to buy the villa. The few who did buy it were wealthy young men who were taking advantage of the situation. Their bargaining was so outrageous that Mr. Jiang almost vomited blood, and he regretted breaking the contract once again.
With his planned departure date from Shanghai fast approaching, Mr. Jiang grew anxious. After another unpleasant encounter with potential buyers, he put his arm around the middleman, Lao Zhao, and said, "Let's go get something good to eat and clear our heads."
The two went to a nearby state-run restaurant for a big meal. After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Mr. Jiang suddenly said, "Old Zhao, do you think that couple who spent so much money before can still take over my house?"
"I doubt it; they've already stopped."
"Why don't you ask around for me? You saw what price the later arrivals offered; it's clearly bullying." Mr. Jiang pleaded shamelessly.
"What can I say to you? I told you before that their purchase of the house was just a spur-of-the-moment decision, not a necessity, but you went back on your word and ruined my reputation." Old Zhao took the opportunity to scold him.
Mr. Jiang repeatedly said, "I was blinded by greed at the time. That house was the culmination of my life's work. If it were more than ten years ago, I wouldn't have been able to buy it for less than 30,000 yuan. That's why I made such a big mistake. I will never do such a thing again."
Old Zhao, feeling obligated to help, was willing to act as a go-between, but having met with Zhao Honghui and his wife a few times, he knew their temperaments. "I can pass on a message for you, but what price are you planning to sell it for?"
"This..." Mr. Jiang hesitated. Of course, he still wanted to sell it for the original price of 13,000, but he also knew that the couple would definitely not take it seriously at that price.
"You're not thinking of going back to the old price, are you?" Old Zhao glanced at him.
Mr. Jiang quickly denied it, saying that he had to pay for his own mistake: "No, it's just that, Lao Zhao, you're more familiar with them. What price do you think they'd be willing to pay?"
"I can't just say that carelessly. The highest bidder among the recent buyers is seven thousand. If you're really in a hurry to sell, as long as it's higher than seven thousand, you'll make a profit," Old Zhao subtly hinted.
He's been working hard these past few days showing properties to clients, putting in a lot of effort. If Zhao Honghui and his wife can buy it, he'll have a huge boost in sales.
However, he secretly looked down on Mr. Jiang's character, which almost caused him to lose a major client. Fortunately, the couple did not hold a grudge against him, so he secretly negotiated a lower price for them as a way of repaying them.
Of course, all of this is because they wanted to buy them. If they really don't want to take them back, that's understandable. The three houses they bought are enough to feed them for three years; one shouldn't be too greedy.
"How about this, you help me negotiate, and I'll sell it for a round number of ten thousand," Mr. Jiang said after a moment of contemplation, gritting his teeth.
"Okay, I'll pass on the message to you as soon as possible."
So, that night, when Zhao Honghui and Xie Yuyao returned to the villa area chatting and laughing, they met Old Zhao, who had been waiting for them for a long time.
When Xie Yuyao learned that Mr. Jiang had lowered the price of his house to 10,000 yuan, she was in a dilemma.
The money the two of them have now is not considered legitimate income. Zhao Honghui, who is on sick leave, is unlikely to return to work in the transportation team, and his next job is still undecided.
Both Grandpa Ye and Ye Xingchang wanted to transfer him to the military in Beijing and recall him to serve in the army.
However, the allure of comfort can be a graveyard for heroes. Zhao Honghui only wanted to spend the rest of his life with his beloved. If it weren't for the mission that absolutely required him, he would have preferred to work at sunrise and rest at sunset, enjoying a warm home with his wife and children.
He was no longer the naive young man he once was; he knew that power and status would allow him to better protect Yao Yao. Given the opportunity, he would choose to work in the military, rather than going into business after the reform and opening up, as Yao Yao had described.
Therefore, we need to be careful about places where large sums of money will leave lasting marks.
"To be honest, we've almost used up our funds, so we'd better not accept it." After some thought, Xie Yuyao finally declined.
To everyone's surprise, the next morning, Old Zhao brought Mr. Jiang over, saying, "Eight thousand, I'll sell it to you for eight thousand!"
Rather than being taken advantage of, Mr. Jiang preferred to sell to Zhao Honghui and his wife.
This made Xie Yuyao and Zhao Honghui exchange a glance, their minds racing.
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