"Have the units here been sold yet? Do you have time to view them in person today?" Now that she had an idea, Liu Zi started to pay attention to the location of the houses.
Wang Jianwen's expression immediately brightened; he was ready to work.
"There are two more apartments on the north side. If you'd like to see them, I can go get the keys right now."
Liu Zi was a little puzzled. Logically speaking, the houses on the north side should be the most popular, so why are there still some left?
Since I had thought of it, I might as well ask it.
Wang Jianwen was embarrassed for a moment, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Those two sets were returned after the letter of intent was signed."
Liu Zi was stunned for a moment, not expecting to encounter such an honest real estate agent.
Song Yan had been silent for a while, and now, hearing Wang Jianwen's account, her brows furrowed even more.
With that 800,000 yuan, they could build three or four houses in their village.
Looking at that map, it's already in the suburbs of Beijing, but it's not much closer to their village!
Unaware of Song Yan's subtle thoughts, Liu Zi was still wondering which top international luxury brand had rented those two shops in the future.
Is it the old man? Or Big Flower? Or Kachi?
Shi Jianjun drove the group over, and the further north they drove, the tighter Song Yan's hand gripped his.
Thinking to herself that it was far less impactful than facing the shock directly, Song Yan felt as if she could vaguely see the farmland in the distance.
Are the designs by those foreign designers really that valuable, and why are houses in the suburbs so expensive?
"Girl, this place won't do. It's supposed to be a mixed-use commercial and residential building, but the location is too remote. You can't even see a soul in sight." Song Yan couldn't hold back this time and grabbed Liu Zi's hand to voice her objection.
"Sister, it looks far from here, but it's actually still inside the North Third Ring Road, and it's still within Beijing's urban planning!" Wang Jianwen said awkwardly, pointing to the overpass not far away.
But Song Yan and his fellow longtime residents of Beijing still felt that the shops built here were just for show, and no one would come all this way to do business with them.
There's a saying that good wine needs no bush, but you still need a bush in the first place; this place is in the middle of nowhere.
Liu Zi didn't speak. Sister Yan didn't know the future direction of urban planning, but from the current perspective, it did seem a bit off.
However, a subway will pass through this area in two years, and because it is close to the Olympic Sports Center and near the main road of Beijing Airport, its future development prospects are very good.
Actually, this place is not far from Nanluo Ancient Alley as the crow flies; it only takes about twenty minutes to cycle to Liu's father's workplace.
Seeing that Liu Zi didn't speak, Wang Jianwen knew there was still hope, so he quickly opened the door and let them go upstairs to take a look.
To be honest, the British architect's design was excellent. The house was well-laid out and fully equipped, which perfectly suited Liu Zi's later vision.
Liu Zi walked from the first floor to the third floor, and then went to the terrace and the backyard, carefully examining every nook and cranny.
In the end, she didn't say anything, only telling Wang Jianwen that she needed to go back and think about it.
"Okay, sis!"
Wang Jianwen gave a bitter smile, suppressing the disappointment welling up inside him, and saw the three of them out the door.
"By the way, Mr. Wang, do you also represent other real estate agencies?" Liu Zi asked.
"Of course, our company has a strong presence in the Beijing real estate market and owns a large number of properties. Sister, if you want to buy a house, you can contact me!" Wang Jianwen said, patting his chest.
"Do you have any courtyard houses, preferably the kind with a separate entrance?" Liu Zi asked earnestly. She quite liked the architectural style of the Ming and Qing dynasties, and if the price was right, she wouldn't mind adding one to her wishlist in advance.
"Nobody wants courtyard houses in Beijing these days, why are you asking about that?" Song Yan pulled Liu Zi aside, feeling that her sister was acting a bit crazy today.
In Beijing, larger courtyard houses are often called "big tenements," where several families live together. Not only are the houses small, but due to illegal additions and alterations, the lighting is also poor. If you encounter an unreasonable family, the neighbors will argue constantly over trivial matters.
In today's marriage market, it's difficult for young men living in traditional courtyard houses to find wives. When various work units and companies allocate housing, everyone is scrambling for apartments; only those with absolutely no other choice end up living in tenement courtyards!
"I like that architectural style, I just wanted to ask about the details." Liu Zi was startled when she saw Song Yan almost explode, and quickly explained.
"What style? It's a hundred-year-old house. Any designs would have been worn down by now. Besides, so many people have lived in that house, and who knows how many have died. Aren't you scared?" Song Yan muttered.
Liu Zi was speechless, feeling that there was a slight truth to what she said.
Wang Jianwen sensed something was wrong and feared the deal might fall through, so he quickly changed the subject.
"Sister, I have a few houses in Nanluogu Lane, near the overpass. They're all detached houses with their own courtyards. If you're interested, we can go take a look."
Liu Zi's eyes lit up. Both places were located in the heart of Beijing and would be developed into important tourist landmarks in later years. Even if she didn't live there herself, she could keep them to increase their value!
The thought of how in later generations it was common to have several small goals stirred her heart.
Liu Zi pretended not to see Song Yan's worry, and instead of telling Song Yan and the others to go back first, she pulled them along and followed Wang Jianwen.
She couldn't possibly let herself get rich, so of course she had to drag her good friend Yan into it.
It wasn't convenient to drive in the alley, so they parked outside and walked in.
The hutongs of today don't have the hordes of tourists that come with them; many long-time Beijing residents still live here, and the atmosphere is very lively.
As Liu Zi walked, she became somewhat lost in thought, regretting that she didn't have a camera to record all of this—memories that would last a lifetime for the people of old Beijing.
The other three didn't share her feelings. In their view, this was the most common situation in this era. Song Yan even felt that there were too many people living in this alley, and it was too crowded!
Look over there, that old lady is still carrying a chamber pot towards the public toilet. It's almost noon and she still hasn't emptied it. She's so lazy!
Song Yan pursed her lips, just about to express her opinion, when another possibility came to mind.
"vomit!"
The first courtyard was right next to the alley. As soon as the door opened, the interior immediately caught everyone's eye.
This place is so beautifully tended; there are trees, flowers, and grass, and the house is new—it's completely different from the crowded tenement we just passed by.
If there were a place like this in the city center where I could rest, it wouldn't be a bad idea. Song Yan kept a straight face and looked around with a haughty, critical gaze, but she couldn't help but feel a little tempted.
However, Liu Zi was not very satisfied. Two new side rooms were built in the courtyard for the convenience of living. They were made of red bricks and cement, and the ground was also relaid with red bricks. It looked like a lot of effort and money had been spent on it.
However, the main house on this side was made of blue bricks and barrel tiles, while the other side was repaired with red bricks. Liu Zi found it rather jarring to look at.
This is like putting a large floral cotton-padded jacket over a piece of Ming Dynasty blue and white porcelain, which is incongruous and out of place.
Liu Zi didn't even ask the price before quickly having the door locked and leaving. Looking at her now, she felt that her aesthetic sense was going to be questionable.
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