"Okay, I raise clams. I'll get you some of the freshest clams, with a real seafood flavor, and some greens too. I can also arrange grilled fish and crayfish."
Ye Cheng was too lazy to do these things himself now, so he made a phone call to his sister-in-law and Widow Zhang, and the two of them immediately started making arrangements.
A big boss from the city has arrived; we must pay close attention.
Ye Cheng brewed some tea and chatted with Lao Wang. Xiao Rou was playing with Da Huang. Ye Cheng gave her two sausages to feed Da Huang, and the little guy was overjoyed.
After brewing the tea, Ye Cheng looked at Old Wang half-jokingly and said,
"Chairman Wang came here in person today, surely he didn't just come to see this ebony piece?"
Old Wang smiled slightly, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and frowned slightly.
What kind of tea is this?
"What kind of tea do I have here? I bought it at the market, it cost more than ten yuan a pound. If you don't like it, how about I open a bottle of Coke for you?"
"Forget it, I'm too old to drink cola, you might as well give me a glass of water."
As people get older, they become more picky. Ye Cheng poured Old Wang a glass of water.
Old Wang then took a sip and began speaking casually.
"You mentioned real estate when we went out to sea last time, do you remember?"
Ye Cheng smiled slightly at Old Wang.
"Well, I knew you had something on your mind. Real estate is doing great, just go for it."
"Charge blindfolded? You can't just charge in recklessly. Do you have any other suggestions? Let's hear them."
"You bought the land?"
"I haven't bought any yet, but I've got my eye on a few."
"Then choose the city center. The three essential elements of real estate: location, location, and location." Ye Cheng forgot who said that, but it was absolutely right.
Old Wang narrowed his eyes slightly.
"But land in the city center is too expensive."
Ye Cheng slowly sipped his tea.
"In the future, it will be so expensive that even you will feel that you cannot afford it."
Old Wang looked skeptical. "With our group's strength, is it really that exaggerated?"
"You'll see later anyway. The city center is always the city center. Even if housing prices become unstable one day, the city center will still be the best location and retain its value well."
Ye Cheng remembered that in his later years, prices in the surrounding areas of first-tier cities had dropped by 30%, but prices in the city center remained incredibly stable, and even luxury homes could see their prices rise.
Seeing that Old Wang had some doubts, Ye Cheng continued,
"If you have the resources, you can acquire several plots of land. Use one of them in the most central location to develop luxury homes, those with units larger than 140 square meters. Then use the other plots to develop homes smaller than 100 square meters."
"140? Is it really necessary to be that big?" Old Wang was a little surprised. In his current understanding, apartment buildings are around 100 meters tall, and anything larger is considered a villa.
"140 is just the starting point. Ten years from now, you can start developing large apartments of 200-400 square meters. In the future, large apartments will be the first choice for the wealthy."
Just imagine how long it would take to mop the floor of those 300-square-meter apartments in later generations.
"Also, for small houses, I suggest two types: one is a small three-bedroom house with 89 square meters, and the other is a large three-bedroom house with less than 120 square meters. These two types will sell the best in the future."
"Can an 89-square-meter apartment accommodate three bedrooms?"
"Yes, and there's also a 15% shared area. If you want, I can draw a plan for you. And we can try to make the 120 square meter apartment into a four-leaf clover layout, which I can also draw for you."
Old Wang looked at Ye Cheng in disbelief. He had thought Ye Cheng only had some understanding of real estate trends, but he never expected that Ye Cheng could also draw floor plans.
Actually, it's hard not to draw. Ye Cheng initially bought a small three-bedroom apartment of 89 square meters, and after living there for five years, he moved to a 118-square-meter four-leaf clover-shaped apartment. What is there to not draw about his own house?
"Looks like I made the right choice coming here." Old Wang had a certain appreciation for Ye Cheng. When he first met Ye Cheng, Ye Cheng was a fishmonger.
Later he turned out to be a fisherman, and now I've discovered that this guy seems to know a lot about things.
"Of course you've come to the right place, all of this is mine..."
Ye Cheng originally intended to say it was his true experience in his later life, but then quickly changed his story.
"These are the results of my in-depth research, they are priceless treasures."
"Alright, alright, you, a fisherman, researching real estate? You're a priceless treasure, hahaha," Old Wang scoffed.
If you were to tell this to someone outside, no one would believe you.
Ye Cheng smiled slightly.
"Most people wouldn't believe it, but someone with your foresight will definitely believe it."
"Also, let me add a couple more points. The exterior facade should be made of a single piece instead of tiles. If it falls and hits someone, you'll be in trouble. Also, leave enough green space in the middle of the community, add an outdoor swimming pool, and a fitness club. You can sell it for 15%-30% more than others. Don't try to save money."
Damn it, those tile facades from later generations started to fall off after a few years. It's okay if no one gets hit, but if someone does, it's a real hassle.
"You have so much information, and you expect an old man like me to write it all down? Shouldn't you at least write it down on a piece of paper for me?"
"Tch! Now you realize you're getting old, huh? You were whining when I mentioned making you a coffin earlier," Ye Cheng teased.
Old Wang is depressed, damn it, that's the same thing.
You guys are always trying to put me in a coffin, you're just hoping you'll die sooner, aren't you?
During lunch, Lao Wang talked to Ye Cheng about real estate and future economic trends. They were all general questions, and Ye Cheng just casually mentioned them.
He said it casually, but Old Wang was astonished.
Internet economy, cryptocurrency economy, blockchain, AI—why do I have so many unfamiliar terms?
Where did this guy learn all this from? According to Ye Cheng himself, it was mainly because he loves reading.
That's utter nonsense. Do you think these things are in books?
Of all the top university graduates under my supervision, which one could say such things?
As he listened, Old Wang couldn't help but look at his daughter. He stroked his chin, wondering if he should push his precious daughter into this "fire pit".
Although this guy sometimes talks incoherently and even disrespectfully, he's a decent person.
It seems he gets along well with his daughter. If they were to be brought together, it wouldn't be a bad idea to have Ye Cheng take over the business in the future.
Xiao Rou had just eaten a few fresh clams when she noticed her father looking at her suspiciously. She instantly sensed danger; it was definitely not a good sign.
"Old Wang! Let me tell you, don't get any bad ideas about me."
Old Wang chuckled.
"How could I? You're my own daughter, how could I possibly harm you?"
After saying that, Old Wang turned to look at Ye Cheng and asked in a humble manner,
"Xiao Ye, you're not young anymore, are you? Do you have a girlfriend yet?"
Ye Cheng was eating when Old Wang suddenly noticed him and casually said...
"No, too lazy to look, too much trouble."
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