The landlord was a young man under thirty. As soon as he heard that Dai Donglin wanted to buy the house, he agreed to sell it for 20,000 yuan less without saying a word, making it 100,000 yuan.
"You know the payment rules, right? It's all cash, cash only. Once you pay and complete the formalities, the house is yours," the landlord said.
Dai Donglin is in the home appliance business, so he has plenty of cash, not to mention that he also runs a smuggling business on and off.
Having money doesn't mean he's stupid. He cut the price of 20,000 yuan off so easily; the landlord seemed desperate, as if he was afraid the landlord would run away.
This house is indeed quite nice. Chu Yu took a liking to it at first sight. This kind of house is a cultural relic, and it is difficult to renovate it later. Only small-scale renovation and restoration are possible. It is perfect in every way. The only downside is that it does not have an underground parking garage.
Houhai has a special location, and building an underground parking garage is no less difficult than building one within the Second Ring Road. The approval process is complicated, and it is very difficult to obtain a permit. If Dai Donglin can handle the underground parking garage issue, the property's appreciation potential will be considerable.
Even if it's not worth hundreds of millions in future sales, just renting it out as an office building or clubhouse would bring in millions in rent every year.
For an average person, a few million yuan a year is enough to live on. Buying a few more courtyard houses would be enough to retire comfortably.
As Chu Yu was thinking this, she carefully checked the roof and drainage. Before she had even finished her rounds, a group of people came in, panting.
The man in the lead waved his hand angrily.
"Cao Jingbo, what right do you have to sell the house without our permission?"
The landlord was stunned for a moment, then sneered, "Why should I need your permission? When my father was sick, it was my mother and I who took care of him. You've been abroad for so many years, and you haven't seen a penny of money, nor have you taken care of my father for a single day. Why should you have a share of this house?"
"You think you can just say you don't have him? He's still my dad. Even though we went abroad, you've been renting out the house all these years, earning several thousand yuan a year. Prices in China are so low; Dad stayed in the hospital for several years without paying a year's rent. You say you're taking care of Dad, but you haven't spent a single penny. And you still have the nerve to pat yourself on the back!"
"Anyway, this house has nothing to do with you! My mother got a marriage certificate with him, so she is his wife and we should inherit this house."
"Pah! I consulted a lawyer before coming here. All the children have a share in this house. Even if my sister and I go abroad, we still have inheritance rights. Dad didn't make a will, so even if the house is sold, we'll still get a share! You want to take it all for yourself? No way, we won't agree to it."
Qian Jincheng hadn't expected this turn of events, and it took him a while to understand what had happened after mediating for so long.
The landlord was originally a literary giant. Years ago, his ex-wife divorced him and took the children abroad.
For many years, the two sides lost contact, and the old landlord remarried. Then, with the reform and opening up, the courtyard house ended up back in the old landlord's hands. When his ex-wife and children, who were abroad, heard the news, they began to think about dividing the house.
When the old landlord was still alive, the house was always rented out by his son, Cao Jingbo. The rent was not low, several thousand yuan a year. Although it could not be rented out every year, at that time, the house was indeed a golden goose that only laid eggs.
The old house, inherited from his ancestors, has a history of several hundred years and has been home to many famous people. It is also in a prime location, so Cao Jingbo is reluctant to sell it.
However, after the landlord passed away, his ex-wife and children, who had disappeared for many years, suddenly appeared at the funeral and proposed to share the property with Cao Jingbo. Cao Jingbo had no choice but to discuss with his mother and decided to sell the house quietly.
These days, a lot of information isn't online, so selling it secretly isn't difficult at all. Besides, his father's ex-wife's child has gone abroad and has no roots in China, so where can he sue?
Once the house is sold, you'll have 100,000 yuan in hand. You can buy a car or a house if you want.
Hearing that Cao Jingbo wanted to use the money from selling the courtyard house to buy a car, Chu Yu remained silent for a moment. Cars weren't cheap these days; a Mercedes cost two or three hundred thousand. Spending so much money on a car was less worthwhile than buying two courtyard houses, which would at least be worth hundreds of millions in future generations.
Chu Yu called the landlord over, "We're willing to buy the house, but you two need to discuss this and sign together."
Cao Jingbo was also in a bind.
The two sides were arguing fiercely, almost to the point of pulling out weapons. There are many disputes over courtyard houses, and it is difficult to buy one in one go.
In cases of conflict between children from a second marriage, the situation is relatively minor; a lawsuit can clarify the respective share of the property each person will receive.
Some courtyard houses present even greater challenges, as a single house may be owned by a dozen or more people, or several families, all of whom are either in Taiwan or overseas, making it even more difficult to purchase one.
Fearing a fight would break out between the two families, Qian Jincheng quickly fled the scene and showed them several other houses.
One of them is a three-courtyard house in an ordinary location. Although it is far from any village or shop, it has an area of 1,200 square meters.
There's also a smaller apartment within the Second Ring Road, but in a good location, just steps from the square.
"It's okay that the house is a bit dilapidated; it can be repaired and renovated later. Repairing it in this location will definitely be more troublesome, requiring a lot of paperwork, which many people find inconvenient and therefore unwilling to buy."
He Xinyan was shocked to hear this. A courtyard house costs 100,000 yuan?
She knew that courtyard houses were hard to buy and expensive, but she didn't expect them to cost so much.
He Xinyan's family was, to put it nicely, a scholarly family; to put it bluntly, they were poor.
The whole family earns only a few hundred yuan a year. With their combined income, it would take them decades to buy a courtyard house without eating or drinking. But Dai Donglin took it out easily, and in full!
He Xinyan would be lying if she said there was no sense of loss. She's a local from Beijing, beautiful, has a stable job, and a good career. Her education and cultural background are far superior to Zhou Chuyu's, who comes from the countryside. How come she can't meet a man as outstanding as Dai Donglin?
Comparing yourself to others will only make you miserable. If you don't compare yourself to others, nothing will happen. But once you start comparing, you'll feel unbalanced.
He Xinyan chuckled twice and tentatively asked Mi Fei:
"100,000 is too much. Can your friend come up with that much cash?"
Mi Fei didn't think much of it and smiled, "My brother Donglin has plenty of money. Ten thousand yuan is no problem for him. He can come up with it."
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com
