"Brother Dongsheng, do you also like antique furniture?"
After sitting down, Pian Ye rubbed the armchair he was sitting on. It felt very good and was definitely not cheap.
"Yeah, I like it very much."
Nodding, Jia Dongsheng didn't say much, but changed the subject: "Mr. Pian, what do you want to talk to me about? Are you out of medicine again?"
"No, I still have enough medicine to sell. It's something else."
"Something else?"
Jia Dongsheng showed a puzzled expression: "What's the matter?"
Speaking of which, Pian Ye's life at this time should be considered very good. Selling medicines was enough to cover his expenses for a month. He lived a comfortable life. What else could he want?
"Well, I have a three-story courtyard. Brother Dongsheng, are you interested in taking it over?"
Pian Ye was silent for a moment, then gritted his teeth and said something that surprised Jia Dongsheng.
I didn't expect that this guy doesn't look like someone who can own a courtyard house. It's true that you can't judge a book by its cover.
"Mr. Pian, what's wrong with you? If you need money, just tell me. I can give you a thousand or two thousand. Why do you need to sell the house?"
Because the cooperation with Pian Ye was very pleasant, when Jia Dongsheng saw that the other party was in trouble, he wanted to help.
Anyway, it’s just one or two thousand yuan, which is enough for me to pay back by selling medicine for a year, so I don’t have to worry about it going bankrupt.
"Oh, thank you so much, Brother Dongsheng."
Pian Ye didn't expect that Jia Dongsheng would be so generous and lend him one or two thousand just by saying a word. In that era, the average salary of workers was only thirty, so one or two thousand was a huge favor!
"Master Pian, I know your character. Lending you money won't be bad. You're in trouble now, so of course I have to give you a hand!"
Who doesn't say nice things? Jia Dongsheng's words made Pian Ye very happy, but he still shook his head: "I haven't really encountered any problems. I just want to sell the house and do some business."
"hiss......"
This is a very personal statement. You have to know what year it is now.
Public-private partnership!
In this era, even if you want to do business, you have to work in partnership with the government like Chen Xueru and Xu Huizhen, and the government will take the majority of the profit.
But Pian Ye doesn't have a shop, which means that the business he wants to do must be independent of the public. Can this be said out loud?
From this we can see that Pian Ye trusts him very much now, and probably says this because he wants to lend him money.
"Mr. Pian, have you found a good deal?" Jia Dongsheng asked curiously.
"Hehe... I won't hide it from Brother Dongsheng..."
Before Pian Ye could finish, Jia Dongsheng interrupted with a smile: "Pian Ye, from now on you can call me Dongsheng or Dongzi."
"Then I won't be polite."
Seeing Jia Dongsheng's sincerity, Pian Ye said directly, "Dongsheng, my sister is in the Northeast. There's a chance she can get some sorghum rice. I plan to get it and bring it back to our city. I'll sell it and earn some money for my retirement."
From these words and Pian Ye's expression, Jia Dongsheng understood that the sorghum rice he was talking about must not be a small amount, otherwise agreeing to lend him one or two thousand would be enough. After all, one or two thousand is enough to buy tens of thousands of kilograms of corn flour.
Even if sorghum rice is more expensive than corn flour, it certainly won't be much more expensive. The government sells white flour for only 1.8 cents, so how much more expensive can sorghum rice be?
"Master Pian, this is a big deal for you."
Jia Dongsheng praised him, then revealed a hint of appropriate worry: "It's just that, Mr. Pian, now it's a public-private partnership. You're making such a big fuss about getting sorghum rice and shipping it to the city. Aren't you afraid of being caught?"
"This wealth and honor are sought in danger."
Pian Ye showed a helpless smile: "Dongsheng, to be honest, with the medicine you gave me, I can earn more than a hundred this month. It's not a small amount, but it's just enough to have enough food and drink. I can't make a fortune."
"This is an opportunity. If I can make it, I won't have to worry about money anymore."
Hearing this, Jia Dongsheng really wanted to tell him how much this courtyard house would be worth in the future.
A courtyard house with three entrances, even if it is smaller than the one where Jia Dongsheng lives, it must be more than a thousand square meters. In the future, it would cost several hundred million yuan. If it is better decorated and has a better location, the price would be more than ten digits.
But it's really useless to say this. After all, Pian Ye is not young anymore. He won't live to see the time when courtyard houses are worth hundreds of millions in the future. Now he has a chance, so he should seize it. At least he can earn this sum of money, which will be enough for him to use until he dies.
"Mr. Pian, can courtyard houses be bought and sold nowadays?" Jia Dongsheng asked another practical question.
During the period of public-private partnership, buying and selling were actually strictly managed and easy buying and selling was not allowed. Of course, although it was not allowed to be done easily, buying and selling were still possible.
It was not until 1965, when the public-private partnership ended, that buying and selling became truly prohibited. If you wanted to buy a siheyuan at that time, you would have to wait until after the reform and opening up.
"It's possible to buy and sell. I've already found someone good, someone from the Housing Authority."
Even though no one was in the room, Pian Ye subconsciously whispered, "That person bought medicine from me before, so I can help him with the property deed."
"Okay, since we can buy and sell, Mr. Pian, tell me about the courtyard house. If the price is right and the location is good, I will buy it."
"Hey, let me tell you."
Pian Ye felt that the deal was almost done. After he transported the grain to Sijiu City and sold it, he would spend money to buy a smaller courtyard house to live in. There were only two of them living in a courtyard house with three entrances. Pian Ye also felt a little high-profile.
"My courtyard is in the Dazhalan Hutong near Qianmen. It's a standard three-courtyard sanheyuan."
Let me explain here that a three-in-one courtyard house does not have a front house. There may be a gatehouse for duty, and then there are only the gate and the wall.
An orthodox courtyard house, such as the one Jia Dongsheng lives in now, has back houses on both sides of the gate, which are generally four to five rooms in size.
"That courtyard has a golden-pillared gate, only slightly inferior to Guangliang's. There's a screen wall at the entrance, and then into the central courtyard, which has three main rooms and two side rooms to the north, plus three side rooms on each side. There's also a back room and side rooms in the backyard, making it a very large courtyard."
Watching Pian Ye's introduction bit by bit, Jia Dongsheng noticed a flicker of reluctance in the old man's eyes. It was probably because he had lived in this courtyard for his entire life and had developed an attachment to it.
"Dongsheng, to be honest, my courtyard house is also full of antique furniture. Of course, it's not as good as yours, but it's also worth some money."
"Sir, how much do you think is appropriate?"
Faced with this problem, Pian Ye felt a little conflicted. If he asked for too much, he would feel hurt. After all, Jia Dongsheng had just lent him money to help him through the difficult times.
But if it was too little, he was afraid it would not be enough for business. After hesitating for a while, Pian Ye stretched out a hand, pointed two fingers at Jia Dongsheng, and then waited intently for Jia Dongsheng to give an answer.
But Jia Dongsheng was a little confused at this time. What does it mean when you open your hand, extend two fingers, and then don't say anything? Is this a riddle?
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