Yuan Anchun brought them to the door of No. 13 Luoguxiang and said, "This is the one," and he went forward and knocked on the door.

Yi Qingqing saw that the red paint on the door had peeled off badly, the door nails and door pulls were gone, and there were even weeds sprouting in the cracks between the bricks beside the threshold, looking very withered.

However, the door, threshold, and bricks and tiles are all made of good materials. Although they look a bit desolate, they are not rotten or broken. Judging from the door, it is not difficult to repair it. It is still a good house. I just don’t know what the inside is like.

I thought I would have to knock on the door for a long time, because the three-story courtyard is so big, and living in the main courtyard, I couldn't hear anyone knocking on the door at all.

Unexpectedly, after just a few minutes, someone came to answer the door.

The man who opened the door was a tall, thin man in his forties, with a weather-beaten face and simple clothes. But you could tell at first glance that he was a man of great learning, with a great temperament and sharp eyes.

When I was led in, I found out that Mr. Wang lived in the first back room on the left side of the entrance. It was obviously a temporary residence. There was nothing else except a wooden bed and simple daily necessities.

"The house has not been lived in for a long time and is overgrown with weeds. I am alone and don't have the energy to clean it, so I can only tidy up this room with difficulty," said Mr. Wang.

Yi Qingqing took a quick glance at the situation in the front yard. It was just as he said. The house was about to be taken over by plants, and the corridor was covered with moss.

"Mr. Wang, this is Comrade Yi and Comrade Yun. They are very interested in the small red brick building and the two small buildings facing Jinma Street. They plan to go and look at the houses. Can we go to Fenglu Mountain to take a look today?" Yuan Anchun said.

Upon hearing this, Wang Jingyi looked at Yi Qingqing and Yun Guyuan in surprise.

The total price he offered for these three houses was at least 16,000 yuan, which was more expensive than his big house. The small red brick building was 8,000 yuan, and the two small buildings on Jinma Street, which could be used for both living and opening shops, were 3,500 yuan each.

He was actually a little hesitant when he set this price, but he was going to Hong Kong to start over, so naturally the more capital the better.

In fact, considering the quality and location of his properties, the price is not expensive, but he is worried that no one in the capital can afford to spend several thousand or even tens of thousands of dollars to buy a house.

What he didn't expect was that someone would buy all three properties he was planning to sell. There are really capable people in the capital! They were two young people.

After returning to the city, only these few houses were still vacant in his hands. The rest were either divided up and occupied by others or were in a state of disrepair.

He was exhausted both physically and mentally and just wanted to leave this sad place as soon as possible. He was too lazy to argue, so he just put up these vacant houses with no disputes for sale.

But no matter how anxious he was, he would not lower the price. These properties for sale were the Wang family's foundation in the imperial capital. If he sold them too cheaply, it would be unfair to the ancestors who had established these family businesses.

So Wang Jingyi emphasized: "The red brick house is 8,000 yuan, and the small buildings on Jinma Street are 4,000 yuan each. Don't bargain. If you can accept it, we will go to see the house."

This blocked Yi Qingqing's way to bargain.

Forget it. I heard that before the founding of the People’s Republic of China, the Wang family was a merchant who donated more than half of their wealth to support the War of Resistance. Now there is only one descendant left, so I won’t bargain with them!

Yi Qingqing nodded: "If you are satisfied after reading it, you can pay the money and transfer the ownership right away!"

"Okay! It's getting late, and there are no private cars now. To get to the red brick house, we have to take the bus first and then walk up the mountain. We have to hurry and go now!" said Wang Jingyi.

"Okay! But if we go up the mountain, lunch might not be tasty. I happen to have some red bean cakes that I made earlier at home. You guys go wait for us at the alley entrance. I'll get some cakes so we can fill our stomachs for lunch. We live nearby too, so we'll be there soon!" After Yi Qingqing finished speaking, she pulled Yun Guyuan and ran away.

Yuan Anchun and Wang Jingyi watched them run into Luoguxiang.

"Do they also live in Luoguxiang?" Wang Jingyi said, looking at their backs.

Yuan Anchun shook his head: "I don't know either, but they are quite rich. They said that their budget for buying a house is 40,000 yuan, and they have selected ten houses to go to see! I don't know why they bought so many houses. Isn't it better to save the money?"

Wang Jingyi frowned.

He was eager to flee the imperial capital because he was worried that the policy would change again and he would be in an irretrievable situation again.

Moreover, there is absolutely no room for businessmen to survive in the country now. If he wants to restore the Wang family's past glory, he must leave here. Hong Kong is a very good choice.

He also does not have the feelings for his motherland that his parents have, and he even feels a little resentful that they taught him to return to his country, otherwise he would not have wasted so many years.

He is the last root of the Wang family and must shoulder the responsibility of the family's prosperity. Now he only has his family in his eyes, although he is the only one left in the Wang family.

But some people would actually spend so much money to buy properties. Without profit, who would spend money on a house that is hard to sell? Is there going to be some new changes in the real estate market?

He couldn't help but think about it. Should he wait and see?

Real estate transactions have been liberalized. Is this a signal?

Wang Jingyi noticed some signs, but considering that there is almost no soil for businessmen to survive in the motherland, he stopped the idea.

If there are any favorable changes in the real estate industry, those remaining properties that he has not been able to recover might also benefit from it.

Yi Qingqing didn't know that her lavish purchase of houses almost made the homeowners hesitate whether to sell their houses.

She was running towards her home with Yun Guyuan at the speed of a 100-meter sprint. When they entered the gate of No. 45, four oil-paper bags appeared in her hands.

Inside was the red bean cake that she had packed earlier and stored in her personal space.

He put one bag into each of his and Yun Guyuan's bags, took the rest in his hands, and started running again.

When they met, Yi Qingqing gave a pack of red bean cake to Yuan Anchun and Wang Jingyi respectively, "I made it myself, it's not worth much, it's good for lunch."

"You're so polite!"

Since it was lunch for them, Yuan Anchun did not refuse.

He accepted it, and Wang Jingyi naturally accepted it as well: "Thank you for the red bean cake. No matter whether the house viewing today goes well or not, I will treat you to a shabu-shabu dinner tonight!"

For someone who can come up with so much money to buy a house, no matter whether their deal can be completed today, it’s always good to make friends with him.

"I'll forget it!" Yuan Anchun shook his head. He could go home for dinner. It was not a work requirement, so he couldn't take it.

"I'm almost done selling my house, and I'm going to leave the capital temporarily, but I still have a lot of houses that are rented out that I haven't taken back yet. I have to ask Comrade Yuan to keep an eye on them for me. I heard that you have relatives at the housing rental office..."