Old Zhao was full of confidence. He happily went home because he had made a little money. When he got to the alley entrance, he didn't forget to buy some snacks to go with his drinks.
Old Zhao was a miser; he had saved money his whole life and was reluctant to spend it. His wife, seeing him being unusually generous, peeked out from the kitchen and asked curiously:
Why are you so happy today?
Old Zhao held the money in his hand, eager to explain the situation to his wife. He wanted to tell her that he had been a coward his whole life, not valued at work, and treated like air by his superiors and colleagues. But in his old age, he had a stroke of good luck and found a great opportunity to make money.
Old Zhao took a sip of his drink, smiled but didn't answer. He planned to tell his wife after things were settled.
He sold his ancestral home, got tens of thousands of yuan, and put it in the association to earn several thousand yuan in two months. He used the money he earned to support himself in his old age.
"I can't tell you the specifics yet, honey. Just know that our Zhao family is about to have a great time! We're going to get rich and make a name for ourselves! Once things are settled, we'll retire in America and we'll have enough money for that."
His wife found it strange and wanted to ask him what was going on, but Old Zhao remained silent. Old Zhao's wife wondered if the factory was going to allocate housing again.
My family has inherited an old house, but it has a long history, and several generations of people have died there. It's quite eerie.
The old house had no money for repairs, many problems, and inconvenient toilet access, so Old Zhao's wife was unwilling to move in. She was waiting for her workplace to allocate a larger apartment for her son's wedding.
The couple had worked hard all their lives but hadn't made a name for themselves. At this age, they didn't have much hope left, and all they hoped for was that their child would have a good life.
Old Zhao was acting mysteriously, and his wife felt that something good was going to happen at home. She was overjoyed and even had a drink with Old Zhao that night, saying that she had been married to him for a lifetime and was finally going to have a couple of good days.
The next day, Lao Zhao secretly took the property certificate and household registration book and went out. He found a real estate agent, who was Lao Ding's distant nephew and had been in the business for many years.
"Uncle Zhao," Ding Da greeted him with a smile, "Did you bring your property certificate?"
“Yes, yes, I brought them. Look, I brought all my documents. They’re in a bag. If anyone is looking at the house, I can help them anytime.”
"You know what, I actually have a client here. She used to be my colleague's client. My colleague injured his leg, so he asked me to act as his agent. This client is rich. She bought two courtyard houses from my colleague, and now she wants to buy another one for her mother to live in."
Old Zhao is a local from Beijing. He doesn't like living in a courtyard house, thinking that such housing is nothing special. He prefers to live in an apartment building, where it's more convenient to use the toilet and the house isn't gloomy.
People from other places like courtyard houses, and Old Zhao couldn't stop them.
"Then what are we waiting for? Let's arrange to meet up."
"Please don't worry, I made an appointment for 3 pm."
At 3 p.m., Chu Yu arrived at the location Ding Da had mentioned. She had just finished her exams, and things weren't too busy at the company. She also planned to leave Yamaguchi for a few days, so they didn't pay much attention to her and were going to take a few days to deal with her own affairs.
Ding Da was a colleague of the real estate agent. The agent had broken his leg and wouldn't recover for three to five months. When he heard that Chu Yu wanted to buy a courtyard house again, he was furious. He said that if he had known, he would never have dared to break his leg.
Ding Da was a young man with a smiling face and was very considerate. Chu Yu had a pleasant conversation with him.
“Miss Zhou, this is the homeowner, Mr. Zhao. This courtyard house is his ancestral property. The location is good, though not as good as your house in Houhai, but it is cheaper and is in a good school district.”
Ding Da is right. The school district here is good, and even decades later, people in Beijing will still recognize the schools here.
In later generations, houses in the vicinity cost over 100,000 yuan per square meter. Buying a courtyard house here would make it convenient for children to go to school.
Chu Yu looked around and found that this house was not as good as hers in Houhai, but it had the advantage of a good location and a reasonable price.
"How much was it again?"
Ding Da replied with a smile, "Fifteen thousand. The area is not as big as your previous one, but the price is much cheaper. You can talk to the landlord and try to get it for twenty thousand."
The yard isn't very big, and 15,000 yuan isn't cheap either. Fortunately, Chu Yu has money. She bought the house with the mindset of buying groceries, without too high requirements. If it's suitable, she'll buy it.
"The price is still a bit high, mainly because there's a tree in the middle of the yard. As you know, removing this tree requires approval from the relevant departments. These old trees have deep roots, and without some extraordinary measures, it's really impossible to get rid of them completely. If we don't remove them, the tree will have to be pruned regularly, otherwise it will block the sunlight and attract a lot of insects."
Ding Da understood; this was a disguised attempt to lower the price. Ultimately, they needed his help to negotiate a better price.
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