Fan Hua smiled and said, "Sister Zhang, I'm not here for dinner today. I want to ask you something. Are there any houses for rent or sale nearby? The first floor is best, but the second floor will be fine if that's not possible."
Sister Zhang thought about it, her eyes lit up, and she said, "I actually know a family that wants to sell their house, but I don't know if you'd like to buy it!"
Fan Hua was delighted when she heard this and immediately asked, "What's the situation with this house? Sister Zhang, tell me quickly!"
"This is the three-story building about 300 meters east of your school. It used to be the dormitory for textile factory workers. Over time, the younger textile workers moved into that dormitory building. Now, most of the people living in this building are older and retired textile factory workers."
"Not long ago, an elderly woman named Ji who lived alone in this building passed away. Her body wasn't discovered until her married daughter came to visit during the Lunar New Year."
"This old lady's husband was a soldier and died young. Their only daughter married and moved to the neighboring city of Dongguan. She didn't come here often. Now that the old lady is gone, the house is empty."
"Just after New Year's Day last year, the government introduced a policy of privatizing and supporting the sale of public housing, so the textile factory didn't buy the house. Now it belongs to her daughter. She wants to sell it cheap, but the people nearby who know the situation think someone has died in the house, so no one wants it. If you don't mind bad luck, you can ask around. The old lady's daughter must have left her contact information!"
When Fan Hua heard this, she was overjoyed and immediately expressed her gratitude to Sister Zhang, "Sister Zhang, thank you so much! I'll come over and ask around right away!"
Fan Hua thought, in China's five thousand years of history, where had there been no deaths? Many hospitals, schools, and residential buildings were built on cemeteries. Besides, the old lady had died of old age, sickness, and illness. It wasn't suicide, so it wasn't a haunted house. She didn't really care. She could just renovate and clean it up. At worst, she could buy it and wait for the demolition. With such a prime location, she had to grab a bargain!
After Fan Hua finished speaking, she rushed towards the textile factory's staff quarters.
As Sister Zhang said, this building is very close to Yangcheng University. It takes only six or seven minutes to walk from the school gate. It is similar to the staff building of Yangcheng Newspaper Office on Wusi Road, and also has an arcade design.
However, this place is not as prosperous as Wusi Road. There are only two houses on the first floor used as a supply and marketing cooperative and a post office, and the rest are dormitories for residents.
Fan Hua went to the salesperson at the supply and marketing cooperative to inquire about the house.
The salesperson immediately pointed to the house next to her and said, "Are you talking about the house next to ours? I heard that the old lady was a family member of a military martyr and was old, so the textile factory specially built a house on the first floor for her. This is the contact information of her daughter's factory. Please copy it down! She left it here before she left."
Fan Hua hadn't expected it to be a first-floor apartment! It was like a godsend! She immediately wrote the number down, then went to the post office next door to call Old Lady Ji's daughter.
It was such a big leak, she didn't want to wait even a moment, for fear that someone else would pick it up!
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