After arranging everything, Yan Xiaonan returned to Beijing, where she was about to devote herself to establishing a real estate company.
The real estate company was initially registered on Hong Kong Island, but Yan Xiaonan's ultimate goal was for her real estate company to flourish everywhere.
Yan Xiaonan currently owns five plots of land. The first and best plot, covering one acre, is intended for a securities company.
Of the other four plots, two are in good locations in the city center, but unfortunately, they are not very large, each occupying two acres.
Yan Xiaonan wanted to put it aside for the time being and develop it into a high-end residential area in two years, which would be the most profitable time.
There are two more plots of land that seem a bit remote at the moment, but in a few years, they will be prime locations within the ring road.
Moreover, each of them occupies an area of 3 mu (approximately 0.2 hectares). According to Yan Aidang's blueprints, about 10 high-rise buildings can be built on 3 mu of land.
Those two plots of land can support the construction of twenty high-rise buildings. Yan Aidang specifically pointed out that the spacing between these buildings can be maintained at around 20 to 40 meters.
It perfectly avoids the awkward situation of high-rise buildings not receiving enough sunlight in summer or winter, and the lack of greenery in the community.
Yan Xiaonan arrived at the construction site. The foundation of the first high-rise building had been laid, and now the foundation of the second building was being laid according to the planned location.
"Nan Nan, you're back."
Yan Aidang walked over; he had won the bid for Yan Xiaonan's residential construction project with an absolute advantage at the bidding conference.
“Brother Ai Dang, once the foundations for these ten buildings are laid, I can apply for the pre-sale permit, and then our skyscrapers will rise from the ground.”
Yan Aidang pointed to another piece of land and said, "Nannan, once the residential buildings here are completed, construction can begin on the residential buildings in that area."
Looking at Yan Aidang, who was lecturing incessantly as if pointing out the flaws in the world, Yan Xiaonan's dimples appeared at the corners of her mouth.
"Nan Nan, let me calculate it for you. The total area of a building is about 13,000 square meters."
Of course, this is the gross floor area, but according to the operation of real estate companies on Hong Kong Island, the gross floor area is shared among all users.
If sold at 4,800 yuan per square meter, it could fetch around 65 million yuan.
We can build a total of twenty buildings, and if they are all sold out, we can make 1.3 billion yuan.
After deducting construction costs and other expenses, which are approximately 800 million, we can net a profit of 500 million.
Yan Xiaonan rolled her eyes at Yan Aidang and said, "I earned 500 million, while your construction company probably earned a total of 100 million."
Yan Ai-dang was speechless. How could we possibly talk like this? Aren't we all surnamed Yan? Aren't we all in the same boat?
Fortunately, Yan Xiaonan was unaware of Yan Aidang's inner turmoil, otherwise she would definitely have said, "Who's the grasshopper? You're the grasshopper."
The construction site was filled with the roar of machinery, which was very annoying. But to Yan Xiaonan, the sound was like the sound of a money printing machine running, which was wonderful.
The land was purchased at an average price of 300 yuan per square meter, and Yan Xiaonan needed to pay nearly 1.2 billion yuan for five acres of land.
Fortunately, Yan Xiaonan got it from someone else; it was an interest-free loan with a term of ten years.
That means Yan Xiaonan pays more than 100 million yuan a year just for land fees. Add to that various taxes and other bank loans, and the annual loan repayments will amount to about 200 million yuan.
Therefore, Yan Xiaonan needs to find land as soon as possible. Only by constantly finding land, building houses, and selling them can he make money and generate more money.
Furthermore, with the development of the times and cities, these lands will inevitably be expropriated by the state.
At that time, not only will these homeowners receive compensation for their land purchases, but Yan Xiaonan's land will also bring her immense returns.
Days passed by busily, and soon summer arrived in the capital, and the children began their summer vacation.
The houses in the eight-courtyard siheyuan are really nice. Outside, the sun is blazing, but the north room where Grandma Yan, Ye Ren, and Yan Xiaonan live is cool and comfortable.
The reason why courtyard houses in Beijing were later sold at exorbitant prices is partly due to the land and location, but also because of the materials used in their construction.
The main room of a courtyard house like this, which is the north-facing room, not only occupies a large area, but is also warm in winter and cool in summer.
Grandma Yan sat at the door of the north room, where an oscillating fan was slowly turning.
This slight coolness made Grandma Yan and Fu Qingping feel comfortable all over; the temperature, neither too hot nor too cold, was extremely suitable for the elderly.
The two held palm-leaf fans in their hands, patting themselves occasionally to prevent mosquito bites.
Fu Qingping poured Grandma Yan a cup of oolong tea, having heard from Ye Ren that the tea cake was extremely expensive.
Grandma Yan took a sip; it was bitter, not as good as the big pot of barley tea she used to make back in Mushroom Village.
Fu Qingping shook his head and said, "Older sister, you miss your hometown, don't you? Actually, I also miss Shanghai, but it wouldn't be the same if I went back."
Grandma Yan couldn't understand; how could going home be boring?
“Listen to me, everyone in Shanghai except my second son and his wife is here. Even if I go back to Shanghai, I will still miss this place,” Fu Qingping explained.
Grandma Yan is so wise; she understood Fu Qingping's meaning immediately. Yes, what's wrong with going back to Mushroom Village? Guabao and the others are all here.
Even if I go back, I'll still miss Guaibao and the others, so I'll have to come back eventually. Forget it, I'm not going to make a fuss anymore.
With a change in mindset, the tea tasted much better. I heard that the tea cake cost Ye Ren more than 10,000 yuan.
Voices came from the doorway. Grandma Yan listened intently, tilting her ear: "Qingping, that voice sounds so familiar."
Fu Qingping also turned his body to listen carefully, but he just couldn't figure out who it was. Actually, there was no need to think anymore, the person had already come in.
"Great-Grandma, Grandma, I'm back." Wu Jinban, dragging a suitcase and carrying a large backpack, stood straight in front of Grandma Yan and said with a grin.
"Oh my, my great-grandson is back! Why didn't you tell me sooner? I could have had your father pick you up at the airport!" Grandma Yan exclaimed excitedly.
When Wu Jinban heard the word "Dad," his face darkened slightly, but he quickly composed himself and ran up to stop Grandma Yan from standing up.
"Grandma, please sit still. It's hot, don't move and you'll sweat."
"You child, you just won't listen. Shall I call your aunt and ask her to come back?"
Grandma Yan had already noticed the fleeting displeasure on Wu Jinban's face and knew that he definitely didn't want to see Southwest.
"Grandma, I'll call. I know Aunt's phone number."
Wu Jinban put down his luggage and scurried into the side room, which he remembered was a small reception room.
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