After breakfast.
Ye Beiping finished clearing away the dishes and said, "Xinyi, I'm going out for a bit. I'll bring back some food for lunch."
"Where are you going?" Su Xinyi immediately looked up.
Having just moved into her new home, this was the first time she had been separated from Ye Beiping, and she suddenly felt a little empty and not quite used to it.
Ye Beiping stepped forward and touched Su Xinyi's hair, chuckling, "You need to go out and familiarize yourself with the surroundings, otherwise where will I put the goods when I bring them back?"
"Well... okay, be careful." Su Xinyi pursed her lips and agreed.
Ultimately, men need to go out and earn money, and Su Xinyi understood this. She couldn't keep Ye Beiping at home with her all the time.
"I'm going out now, I'll be back in a bit. Don't wander off unless you have to."
The coaxing tone made Su Xinyi chuckle: "Hangzhou is where I grew up, but you'd better watch out."
"hey-hey."
Ye Beiping chuckled and left the house.
Today's main purpose is to check where we can store the goods. If we bring the goods back from Wencheng and there's nowhere to store them, we'll be doomed if it rains or something.
The rented apartment was on the third floor. Moving things up and down was not only tiring, but the space was also quite small. If she put things in there, Su Xinyi had to be careful all the time, which was very inconvenient.
As soon as I went downstairs and stepped out the door, I saw Grandma Qiu taking a walk downstairs.
"Grandma Qiu," Ye Beiping greeted her.
I didn't expect the old lady to be out for a walk so early, and I didn't see her chatting with the other elderly people around her.
Grandma Qiu also saw Ye Beiping, glanced at him, and didn't say anything.
Ye Beiping could only shrug at this.
The eccentric old lady, she doesn't seem to have done anything wrong, does she?
Unexpectedly, the next second, just as Ye Beiping turned around, Grandma Qiu said, "Let that girl come over for lunch. I promised to provide food, and I'm not one to go back on my word."
As she spoke, she walked into the stairwell.
Ye Beiping chuckled and said, "Okay, Grandma Qiu, Xinyi is at home right now. If you're bored, you can have her keep you company."
"Hmph." Grandma Qiu snorted and walked up the stairs.
Ye Beiping watched his retreating figure until it disappeared from sight before continuing to walk out of the residential area.
Little did they know that Grandma Qiu walked past her own door but didn't go in. Instead, she glanced at the third floor, thought for a moment, and then went upstairs.
Ye Beiping walked out of the residential area and looked around.
There are no buildings around the residential area, only low bungalows. It's called a staff residential area, but I guess the factory moved away somewhere a long time ago.
"In less than 30 years, this place will definitely be incredibly valuable. If you have money, it would be a good idea to buy several houses and wait for the demolition compensation."
Needless to say, Hangzhou's future housing prices will be comparable to those of first-tier cities.
The housing prices are comparable to those in Beijing, Shanghai, and Shenzhen.
The average price was around 30,000 to 50,000 yuan per square meter, but now it's probably only 1,000 to 2,000 yuan per square meter.
With a difference of thirty to fifty times, how could this business not be easy to do?
They can get several apartments as compensation for their demolished property, then cash out and become billionaires.
Thinking of this, Ye Beiping smiled and made up his mind that he must buy a few houses and wait for them to be demolished and then appreciate in value.
As he walked, he suddenly came across a small shop on the side. After thinking for a moment, Ye Beiping went in and bought a pack of cigarettes.
"Boss, a pack of cigarettes, please."
"Okay!" The shopkeeper, seemingly overjoyed, asked with a smile, "Do you have any tickets?"
"No."
These kinds of tickets are only issued to legitimate factory workers or employees of certain organizations. Ye Beiping, an unemployed bum, wouldn't have such tickets.
The only way to get a ticket was to buy it from a scalper, who was known as a "ticket bull" in the previous life.
The problem is that the tickets they have aren't cheap either.
As the economy gradually opens up, tickets will be abolished, and these scalpers will probably start buying and selling train tickets.
The shop owner was fairly kind. He handed Ye Beiping a pack of cigarettes that didn't require a ration coupon and said, "Sanmao."
"Give."
Ye Beiping paid and was about to take the cigarettes when the shopkeeper suddenly asked, "Young man, you don't look like a local."
"Um?"
It must be said that although people in this era were simple and honest, Ye Beiping was no fool.
You should definitely be wary when asked this question.
There are millions of people, but not all of them are good people, and not all of them are like Grandma Qiu, who seems fierce on the surface.
People who seem fierce on the surface aren't scary; the scariest people are those who smile at you.
Ye Beiping nodded warily: "Boss, my wife is from around here, but I'm from a nearby county. Is there anything I can do for you?"
"No, no."
The boss waved his hand with a grin, looked around, and whispered, "Yesterday I saw you with a pretty young girl, was that your wife? You even got into a fight with those young guys. I'm telling you, be careful, they're not pushovers."
The boss looked serious when the topic turned to the young people.
This completely confused Ye Beiping.
It's not surprising that someone saw what happened yesterday, but how could a few 78-year-old young people make the middle-aged boss so serious? Could they really have some kind of background?
"Boss, do they have some powerful connections?"
Since the conversation had already turned to this point, Ye Beiping wasn't one to be ignorant, so he immediately opened the cigarette pack and handed one to the other person.
He doesn't smoke himself, but when he goes out on business, he always needs to have cigarettes on hand.
The boss took the cigarette, swept it under his nose, smelled it, and said with an expression of enjoyment, "They don't have any special background, they're just very mischievous. Their families are all well-off, and if any of the young people in the neighborhood offend them, they can only let it go in the end."
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