Chapter 101 The 101st Day of Not Running Away The 101st Day of Not Running Away...
Hua Lingfeng asked a friend to find a reporter, and the advertisement was published in the Beijing Daily. What was as attractive as the price of 1,600 yuan per square meter was the layout and decoration of the apartment.
"Old Cai, have you seen the newspaper?"
Early in the morning, Grandpa Sun returned from buying vegetables at the market with his basket. He saw Old Cai picking vegetables at the door and asked him a question.
Old Cai asked, "Which newspaper?"
Grandpa Sun placed the dishes on the octagonal table: "The Beijing Daily has a report about a residential complex for sale. It's not far from us, about a ten-minute bike ride away. It's called Jingyun Residential Complex. Take a look, take a look at this house."
Grandpa Sun squatted down next to Old Cai and opened the newspaper for him to see.
The photos in that newspaper were really big, taking up two whole pages. They were color inserts, and the layout of the house was clearly captured. The style of the newspaper itself also gave it a very high-class feel.
Old Cai glanced at it and was immediately captivated. He stopped picking the green beans in his hand and exclaimed, "How big is this house? It looks like it's over a hundred square meters!"
"That's right, they wrote it down, it's a proper 130 square meters, and it even comes with a small balcony!" Grandpa Sun said, "Isn't our courtyard going to be demolished? I was thinking, rather than waiting for them to allocate a house, I might as well take the money, this house is just right!"
Grandpa Sun happily enjoyed the compensation. His family of seven lived in three rooms, totaling more than 40 square meters. He would receive 14,000 yuan in demolition compensation. But Grandpa Sun's family had more than just these few rooms. His ancestors had a piece of land that was too dilapidated and was rented out to a scrap metal recycling station. That land was quite large, and that was the main part of the compensation. All things considered, the total compensation would be around 170,000 to 180,000 yuan.
Old Cai, the company's accountant, immediately shook his head and said, "Damn it, this apartment costs over 200,000 yuan. How can we afford it?"
Grandpa Sun hurriedly said, "There are cheaper ones too. Look, it says there are 60 square meters. You two have saved up your whole lives, surely you can afford it. If you go to the suburbs to buy a house, let me tell you, the suburbs are remote, and it's not convenient to go to the hospital."
Grandpa Sun clearly meant well.
Mr. Cai and his wife have no children. When it comes to the demolition compensation, while other families worry about how to divide the compensation, Mr. Cai and his wife are worried about what to do and where to live.
"Sixty square meters?" Grandpa Cai was somewhat tempted. "Isn't there a discount?"
Grandpa Sun pointed to the newspaper, "Let's go as a group and see if we can bargain. We'll try to get the price down as much as we can, what do you say?"
"Okay, even if we don't buy anything, we'll go take a look and broaden our horizons!"
After thinking for a moment, Grandpa Cai agreed.
With the Asian Games Village residential complex setting a precedent, the advertisements for Jingyun Community, while not particularly novel, still caused quite a stir.
These days, everyone wants a house and hopes to get one through their work unit. But it seems like they might not get one. Anyone with money in their pocket wants to look at commercial housing, especially those who are self-employed; they're the ones who are truly wealthy.
Even though Chen Bozheng and others had made preparations beforehand, inviting several young men and women to sell the properties and show them to people, they did not expect so many people to come and see them.
More than a thousand people came to see it in just one weekend.
Even business owners like Chen Bozheng had to come over personally to lend a hand and help show the place.
The show flat was so crowded that there was nowhere to stand.
"Isn't this false advertising? How can you sell houses when they're not even finished?"
Grandpa Cai was very unhappy and was questioning a young man.
He and several neighbors, including Grandpa Sun and Grandma Zhang, came over to join in the fun, since it was nearby and they could walk there anyway.
The young man was naive and had never encountered anything like this before, so he was speechless for a moment.
Chen Bo hurried over and first handed out bottled water to the elderly men and women: "Grandpas and grandmas, please don't be angry. Let us explain. We're building these houses very quickly. We're selling them first so everyone can get a feel for them. For example, look at the natural light in these houses. This large balcony gets at least seven or eight hours of sunshine every day. It's so comfortable to air out your blankets and pillows here, isn't it..."
After seven days of continuous work, everyone was exhausted and lost weight.
Hua Lingfeng plopped down on the sofa and said, "I think I understand now. Those people just came to watch the show, because we don't charge admission here and even give out bottled water."
That's not wrong.
These days, entertainment is scarce. Whenever something new happens, the whole of Beijing comes to join in the fun.
Chen Bozheng laughed and said, "At least we're popular. Look at the place next door, it's deserted. We've made a name for ourselves before them, so we've gained a huge advantage."
Liang Wenxuan gave Chen Bozheng a thumbs up: "Dude, you're right. You have to be proactive in everything. If someone else..."
As they were talking, a young woman named Lin Ting, who had only been hired recently, rushed in, looking anxious and holding a flyer in her hand. "Gentlemen, something terrible has happened! The neighbors next door are also setting up a model home, and their price is 200 yuan per square meter cheaper than ours!"
Hua Lingfeng immediately stood up and rushed over to grab the flyer.
His face darkened when he glanced at the flyer.
When Chen Bozheng and the others saw the flyer, they were all furious.
The model apartment next door is decorated exactly like theirs. What's even more outrageous is that their community is called Jingyang Community, which is only one character different from theirs.
They're separated by just one street; if you didn't know better, you'd think they were from the same neighborhood!
"Fuck him, let's go check it out!"
Unable to contain his anger, Liang Wenxuan slammed his fist on the table, grabbed a stick, and stormed out.
Chen Bozheng and the others followed.
Construction is in full swing in the neighboring community, with the sounds of building materials making a lot of noise.
Among the crowd, Liang Wenxuan immediately recognized Hu Cheng and Mrs. Sun. He rushed up angrily, pointed a stick at Hu Cheng, and shouted, "Hu Cheng, you bastard, your model house copied ours, didn't you!"
Hu Cheng took a few steps back, watching Liang Wenxuan warily. Mrs. Sun, her face pale, was shielded behind him.
"What did you say? How come I didn't know? Our prefabricated houses were designed by Charlie, a well-known Malaysian designer. You can ask Charlie if you don't believe me."
Hu Cheng raised his chin at a man next to him who was wearing a white suit, had a handkerchief pinned to his chest, and had slicked-back hair.
The man spoke in a affected, affected voice: "That's right, Mr. Hu and Ms. Sun asked me to design the house. If you slander me, I will definitely protest your words and actions to our embassy."
"You fucking bastard!"
Who wouldn't be angry after hearing that?
Their model home was decorated first, and it was even reported in the newspapers, but they ended up being accused of defamation. Aren't these fake foreigners just bullying others, thinking they are foreigners and first-class citizens, trying to use their international influence to control them?
"Please watch your language." Hu Cheng brushed the dust off his clothes dismissively. "If I were you, I wouldn't be here causing trouble for me. Your houses are 200 yuan more per square meter than ours, which means a single house costs more than 10,000 or 20,000 yuan. How are you going to explain this to your existing customers?"
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