Xu Xiangyang did not reply after hearing Qian Wenqing's words.
He pondered for a moment, then said, "Check again. Write down the other address for me, and I'll go take a look later."
The specifics still need to be investigated; he didn't expect results in just one day.
After all, this is not something that can be rushed; everything has to be done slowly.
Xu Xiangyang took the address and left, then went straight out of the city.
He's going on a long trip!
After a bumpy journey, he arrived in Beiping and went straight to find Feng Jiunian.
If I don't come looking for him soon, I'll probably forget about him altogether.
"Brother Daqiang? Is that you?" Feng Jiunian was somewhat surprised to see him.
The two hadn't seen each other for over a year, and the situation here was rather unstable, so he hadn't contacted Xu Xiangyang either.
Xu Xiangyang smiled and said, "Brother Feng, long time no see! Do you still remember me?"
He said jokingly, "Isn't this just a joke? Who could forget someone?"
Of course, it's not that it doesn't exist.
Feng Jiunian clicked his tongue and said, "You haven't come to see me or even called in over a year. I really thought you had forgotten about me."
To be honest, he also missed Xu Xiangyang quite a bit, after all, he had made a lot of money off Xu's stuff.
Thinking about someone doesn't just mean thinking about making money off them; it's mainly about the person themselves.
Xu Xiangyang smiled and said, "Brother Feng, please don't tease me. You know how chaotic things have been over the past year, I have to be careful."
The two chatted and laughed as they entered Feng Jiunian's house; his parents were at work and not home.
From this perspective, Feng Jiunian seems like an unemployed young man.
"Brother Daqiang, what made you think of me? I'm so bored I'm practically going moldy." He sat down and poured Xu Xiangyang a cup of tea.
Xu Xiangyang doesn't like drinking hot water in this weather at all; he prefers cold drinks.
"How could I not think of you? If I had the time, I would come to see you every day," he said with a grin.
The two weren't that familiar with each other, but they had some mutual interests involved.
Moreover, Xu Xiangyang had no reservations about Feng Jiunian when he was in Beiping.
As long as the two people have exchanged money and goods, there will be no problem.
Feng Jiunian didn't believe him at all after hearing his words. "Brother Daqiang, just tell me what you need. We have a good relationship. If there's anything I can do, I'll definitely do it for you."
Most people would immediately start talking about business upon hearing this, but Xu Xiangyang is no ordinary person.
He paused for a moment, shook his head, and said, "Brother Feng, let's go out for a meal and have a drink later."
It's better to discuss things over drinks, especially for those of us who are in charge.
There are also some people who never admit to things they say at the dinner table, but they are not like that.
Feng Jiunian did not refuse, and the two sat for a while before going to the restaurant.
There weren't many people in the restaurant at that time, so the two of them had some peace and quiet.
When Feng Jiunian saw him paying with a huge pile of national coupons in his hand, he couldn't help but gasp.
One jin of national grain coupons can be exchanged for one jin and two liang of local grain coupons, and other coupons are equivalent.
It's easy to imagine how scarce these nationwide tickets are.
He calmly followed and sat down, then asked, "Brother Daqiang, what kind of business are you in now?"
Xu Xiangyang glanced at him and didn't hide anything, after all, he came here to demonstrate his strength.
"It's nothing, just rummaging through some things, you know." He smiled and gave the person opposite him a knowing look.
Feng Jiunian was speechless; he didn't understand!
However, it's easy to guess that Xu Xiangyang always had plenty of resources, so making money would be a piece of cake for him.
"That's impressive. I have nothing here, so it's a huge hassle to even try to make a change!" He clicked his tongue and deliberately sighed.
Xu Xiangyang smiled but remained silent, refusing to respond.
This made Feng Jiunian a little anxious. He also wanted to make a lot of money, but things were too strict in Beiping, and ordinary trucks couldn't get in.
If Xu Xiangyang delivered goods for him, making money would be a piece of cake.
Unfortunately, they didn't mention it at all, nor did they say anything. I didn't understand what they meant!
He didn't say anything more, but instead drank two glasses of baijiu with Xu Xiangyang.
“Brother Daqiang, you have no idea how hard it is for your brother Feng! He hasn’t made any money all year, just living off his savings. Who can stand that?” Feng Jiunian sighed and started talking, fueled by alcohol.
It's not that they can't afford to live off their savings, but rather that it's too painful for them to do so. This was all earned penny by penny; how could they not feel the pinch?
Seeing his pitiful act, Xu Xiangyang thought to himself, "You're richer than anyone else, yet you're pretending to be poor!"
"Alright, Brother Feng, you've been doing this for so many years, even if you live off your savings for ten years, you can still afford it. It's your brother Daqiang who's really poor, don't even mention it!" He was also quite helpless.
Don't be fooled by how much money you have now; you'll need it for many things in the future. Take buying a garment factory, for example, and that piece of land—can you really afford to buy each of those for a few hundred dollars?
Don't assume that people were poor in the 1980s; real estate will always be valuable.
He had inquired beforehand and found that in ordinary first- or second-tier cities, there are three or four hundred plots of land to buy to build a factory.
In later generations, who would dare to play the land game without a net worth of billions or tens of billions?
Xu Xiangyang is now resorting to opportunism, trying to make money as quickly as possible. The tens of thousands of yuan he has in his pocket can't buy land.
With only a little over ten years left, whether I can even earn five hundred is a question!
Feng Jiunian glanced at him and, seeing that he looked preoccupied, said, "Brother Daqiang, if you have any difficulties, just tell me, and I'll help you with anything I can."
That's what he said too; it's beyond his capabilities, and there's nothing he can do about it.
Xu Xiangyang pursed his lips and said, "Brother Feng, it's not a difficult matter. I'd like to buy two houses in Beiping. Do you know any connections?"
He had been thinking about this at home for a long time, but unfortunately he didn't know anyone there. If he tried to buy a house as an outsider, people probably wouldn't trust him.
There's no point in causing unnecessary trouble.
Upon hearing this, Feng Jiunian said, "That's not a problem, but I have to tell you, you can forget about the city, you can only go to the suburbs."
The city has very strict regulations; it's impossible for locals to buy houses.
Housing is scarce right now, who's going to sell? There's simply no one.
It's perfectly normal for a courtyard house to house more than a dozen families. In the suburbs, it's fine; it's like the countryside, not even as big as a commune.
Xu Xiangyang thought for a moment, "If we buy in the suburbs, how many years will it take before it's developed?"
But that's not a problem, even if you've invested in advance.
Anyway, I'm not in a hurry to use the money right now.
He nodded in agreement immediately, "Okay, Brother Feng, please take a look and get it done in the next couple of days, I need to go home again."
He didn't plan to stay long this time; he would go back in mid-September.
After all, he also needs to check on the garment factory; he'll be taking office after the New Year.
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