Jiang Ning had only glanced at the TV before, but now she sat down on the sofa and started watching more closely.
The footage on TV was none other than the footage from the neighborhood where Xu Jie's house caught fire last time.
The name of the residential area is Jixiang Residential Area.
The news report was very professional, not only exposing the illegal construction of buildings by many people, but also the illegal wiring and the theft of electricity.
This is an old residential area; it was built as welfare housing by several factories together back then.
After decades of development, the community has become dirty, crowded, and has a very diverse population, making renovation extremely difficult.
In conclusion, the reporter noted that many houses in the community were dilapidated and posed a significant safety hazard, and called on relevant departments to take corrective action.
Jiang Ning's memories of this neighborhood from her previous life were awakened.
She recalled that although the neighborhood was reported on, it did not receive enough attention, which eventually led to a building collapse that caused casualties.
It was only then that the residents of this community remembered to move out.
A few years later, the location of this residential area caught the eye of a foreign businessman, who then approached the government to purchase the land.
Finally, the houses here were demolished, and the compensation was 500 yuan per square meter.
Many people who sold their houses at a low price have begun to regret it, causing quite a stir and bringing the neighborhood back into the news.
Seeing that Jiang Ning's expression had frozen, Lin Qiao nudged her arm and asked her what was wrong.
"Huh?" Jiang Ning snapped out of her daze and smiled at Lin Qiao.
"Xiaoqiao, I want to ask you for a favor."
Lin Qiao thought she was being too polite; she should just say what she wanted to say.
Jiang Ning hoped that she could write more reports about that community to expand its influence and prevent a bigger accident from happening.
Lin Qiaoxin readily agreed. Her leg was injured, and the wound was still painful. She didn't want anything worse to happen.
Unexpectedly, Lin Qiao received a call from the Urban Construction Bureau as soon as she arrived at work that day.
Yao Zheng believes that she wrote those things to deliberately create panic, and many people have already begun to move out.
There are thousands of families living inside, and their movement will create instability in society.
The Urban Construction Bureau also issued a notice reassuring the residents that they could live in peace as long as they did not build any more illegal structures.
He also sent people to survey the buildings in the community to ensure there were no problems.
Lin Qiao was furious. She went to the neighborhood to persuade those people to demolish the illegally constructed buildings, but they thought she was meddling in their business.
“We’ve lived here for so many years, and there’s not enough room for our family. What do you suggest we do?”
"They sit in their offices all day and have no idea about the suffering of ordinary people like us!"
You don't feel pain until the hammer hits you.
After some time, it was already midsummer.
The weather this year is exceptionally hot, and many people are carrying stools to the rooftop to cool off.
Some people were eating half a watermelon with a spoon, while others were drinking beer and eating peanuts. Everyone was fanning themselves with palm-leaf fans to ward off the summer heat and also to keep away mosquitoes.
Just then, many people suddenly froze, feeling the house shake.
The earthquake in the neighboring city was felt in Beijing.
Of course, because it is far from the epicenter, the impact here is minimal.
The house shook for a moment, then immediately returned to calm.
Just when everyone thought the matter was over, a scream came from not far away:
"Mom, wake up! Someone help! My mom's been hit by a brick!"
Following the sound, people looked up from the roof and saw that an illegally constructed building had collapsed, burying a middle-aged woman inside, with only her head sticking out.
Her daughter's heart-wrenching screams couldn't wake her.
At that moment, everyone panicked.
It turns out that even a small earthquake could cause their house to collapse.
Fearing further aftershocks, they moved chairs and bamboo mats outside and slept there.
The entire neighborhood was packed with people, wherever there was room to put your feet.
"No, this neighborhood is uninhabitable, it's killing us!"
"Sell this house and buy one elsewhere! Many work units are building housing through collective fundraising these days. Go ask around and see if you can buy one."
"Oh dear, everyone in the country knows that the houses here are old and dilapidated, who would still want to buy them!"
"If we sell it at a lower price, there will always be some people who will buy it."
After discussing it, everyone decided to sell the house; the sooner they sold it, the sooner they could get rid of it.
The next day, the community bulletin board was covered with flyers advertising the sale of houses.
Those handwritten house-for-sale advertisements came in all sorts of shapes and sizes, some written in notebooks, others even in newspapers with a brush.
After calculation, the average price of a house is around 30 to 40 yuan per square meter.
Some houses are small, less than 50 square meters, so a house costs less than 1,000 yuan.
However, for them, the house was originally allocated to them by their work unit for free, so selling it for a thousand yuan is already a profit.
Jiang Ning had been waiting for this opportunity, so she dragged Lin Qiao over to gather information.
"Sister-in-law, you're not really going to buy all these houses, are you?"
In her eyes, these houses were all dilapidated, and everyone was in a hurry to sell them, but she did the opposite and bought them.
"Xiaoqiao, think about it. Since these houses have become dangerous buildings, won't the government forcibly take them back one day? The houses that are taken back are the assets of the people, so they must be compensated. The design institute's building alone costs more than a hundred yuan to build, so the compensation will definitely not be set at a hundred yuan."
This includes a price difference of several tens of dollars.
After hearing her explanation, Lin Qiao understood.
"You're thinking of hoarding houses first and then making a profit from the subsidies, but compared to your current income, the money you make from one or two houses won't be enough for you to keep messing around!"
Earning several hundred yuan per set is quite a lot compared to others, but for Jiang Ning, it's not much at all.
Jiang Ning smiled and said, "What if it's not just a few units, but hundreds? And who knows what the housing prices will be like in a few years? Maybe we can make several thousand yuan per unit, right?"
As she spoke, she led Lin Qiao to the neighborhood committee office.
A staff member nicknamed Aunt Pang warmly welcomed her when she heard that she wanted to buy a house.
"Let me tell you, everyone outside is saying that the houses in our neighborhood are dangerous, but that's all just hearsay. Only a few are dangerous; most of the houses are sturdy!"
Jiang Ning nodded.
"Auntie, I need to trouble you with something. I've started a factory and need a lot of houses to use as dormitories. Could you help me collect all the houses for sale? I'll buy them all."
As she spoke, she secretly leaned close to Aunt Pang's ear and whispered,
"If you help me find a house, I can give you ten yuan as a tip."
The plump aunt smiled, revealing her dimples. "That won't do. Helping people sell their houses is the responsibility of our neighborhood committee. Don't worry, I know this place like the back of my hand. I know exactly which family wants to sell their house."
Jiang Ning entrusted the matter to Aunt Pang with peace of mind and agreed to come back in a week.
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