Now, the other party hasn't agreed at all, and instead complains that it's too expensive. How could he not be disappointed?
Li Chu, still wearing a faint smile, continued, "How about this, gentlemen, you gather everyone in the courtyard who wants to sell their houses and discuss it together. If the price I just mentioned is acceptable, I'll pay in cash right away. If not, that's fine too; you can ask others."
After saying that, he looked down at his watch and said, "I have something to do over there. You guys can talk slowly. There's no rush. Everyone should think it over, right? After all, buying and selling a house is a big deal. I need to think about it carefully when I get back. My sister scolded me last night, complaining that I bought too many houses. What she said makes sense. There are only a few people in our family. Even if each person lives in a separate courtyard, there will still be extra rooms."
This is just him showing off, blatant showing off!
The old man's breathing became much rougher.
After saying this, Li Chu stood up and said, "Gentlemen, I'll go over first. You can discuss it with the people in the courtyard. If they agree to my price, one of you can go to my house and tell them. If they don't agree, then just pretend this never happened."
After saying this, he ignored their attempts to stop him, lifted the curtain, and walked out.
Several figures flashed past Aunt Liu's window.
Li Chu smiled, shook his head, and walked straight out the door.
No sooner had they left than a group of people came out of Aunt Liu's house. Almost every household in the courtyard had people present, all waiting for news.
The two elderly men came out of the house one after the other, followed by the three women who had been staying in the inner room.
"Old Yan, Old Liu, how's it going? Did he agree?"
The old man raised his eyelids and glanced at Old Zhao who had asked the question, then shook his head and said, "The price we discussed was rejected without hesitation, without even a second thought. He quoted a price of 500 per house, except for the main house in the middle courtyard. My house is three rooms."
Seeing that someone wanted to speak, the old man waved his hand: "Let me finish speaking first. All the additions we made later don't count. They only count according to the property certificate. But you can tear them down yourself. That's all. Let's discuss it. If you agree, I'll go find them to handle the formalities. If you don't agree, just pretend it never happened."
As soon as he finished speaking, the courtyard erupted in chaos, becoming as noisy as a vegetable market.
The old man was about to explode with rage. He quickly shouted, "Don't talk yet! With all this noise, who can hear anyone? Take it one at a time. We're discussing this anyway. Don't worry about being left out. If you think the price is too low, just don't sell it. They're not forcing us to buy it."
With a sudden "snap," the courtyard fell silent again. That's right, what's the point of making noise here? It's a business transaction, you can't even ask people to haggle over the price, can you?
If you think the price is too low, just don't sell it. If someone thinks it's too expensive, they won't pay the price. There's no reason to force a cow to drink water.
Seeing that everyone had quieted down, the second uncle coughed and said, "Judging from Li Chu's appearance just now, this is basically the price he quoted. I estimate that we can negotiate to around six hundred per room at most. Your houses in the east and west wing rooms of the central courtyard are a bit bigger, so we might be able to negotiate a bit more. Everyone should think about it yourselves. I'll also give you a heads-up: if we can negotiate to six hundred per room, I will definitely sell my house."
After saying that, the second uncle limped straight to the back, saying that he could make his own decisions about his family's affairs.
The old man turned to look at his wife, and seeing her nod slightly, he said, "If we can really negotiate down to six hundred a room, I'll sell it too. As for you... you can discuss it properly once the family is all here."
Seeing that the two old men had gone home, the people standing in the yard looked at each other without saying a word and walked towards their own homes, as it was really hard to stand in the yard in the dead of winter.
"Huai Ru, what are your family's plans?"
"Back at the Intermediate People's Court," Qin Huai asked Old Cai, who lived next door.
"I'm not sure either. Each of our rooms is bigger than the front and back yards, but I don't know how much extra money they'll charge us."
"Not counting the Yi family, there's also the Wang family across the street. We all have two rooms. You said each room would cost seven hundred. Would Li Chu agree to that?"
Qin Huairu was tempted by the price. The price they had quoted her before was 1,500. If it was calculated at 700, it would be 1,400. It was only 100 less, which was still a large amount, but it was better than 500 or 600.
"I need to discuss this with my mother-in-law again."
"Yes, that's certainly true, but what I mean is that the three of us should also unite."
"That's a must."
"Okay, I'll go and discuss it with Lao Wang later, and see what he thinks."
"Okay, then thank you for your hard work."
After saying that, Qin Huairu returned home and ignored the commotion outside.
Ever since the topic of selling their house to buy a house in the factory came up yesterday, the people in this compound have been restless and anxious.
No one is willing to care about what happened to the old man's family. Now, all that's left is a lonely mourning hall set up inside their house, and no one is even bothering to inquire about it.
I wonder what the old couple would do if they knew this from beyond the grave.
It's no wonder these people don't care. If you say there's really no one at home, like the deaf old lady before, then it's actually easier to handle.
But this old man still has a son. Although he's currently detained at the police station, who dares to offer opinions on his parents' funeral arrangements?
So I guess I'll just have to leave it like this, sigh!
"Huai Ru, how did the talks go?"
As soon as Qin Huairu entered the house, Jia Dama's voice came from the inner room.
"Mom, we couldn't reach an agreement as we discussed yesterday. Li Chu thinks it's too expensive and will only give us 500 per room, not including the extra rooms that were added later."
But Lao Cai just told me that he'd sell the houses in our central courtyard for 700 each, since our houses are bigger than the ones in the front and back yards.
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"Huai Ru, do you think it's really a good idea for us to sell this house? What if my precious grandson comes back and can't find us?"
"Mom, how could we not find it? We can just ask around. Besides, if we really live in an apartment building, wouldn't that be much more convenient? Think about it, there will be heating in winter, and we won't have to queue for the toilet. Isn't that much better?"
"What you said is true, but I still feel uneasy."
"It's understandable that you're uneasy. After all, we've lived here for decades. If we were suddenly told to sell, no one would feel at ease."
"Sigh, I really don't know if it's right or wrong. I don't have much time left to live either, so you'd better think it over carefully!"
"I understand, Mom. I'll think about it carefully."
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