Chapter 804 Buying Wasteland Lu Qingyang looked at a piece of wasteland south of Suicheng.
The wheels rolled over the road on the outskirts of Guangzhou and stopped in front of a barren field.
Lu Qingyang got out of the jeep and was met with an endless expanse of desolation.
Guangzhou in December isn't cold; the damp wind carries the scent of mud.
He stood on high ground, his gaze sweeping across the open space.
Don't be fooled by its current state of desolation; this place will become one of the most expensive lands in the future.
Lu Qingyang decided to buy it now.
On the day he successfully completed the transaction, he saw everyone vying for a piece of land in the east of the city.
That piece of land was only one-quarter the size of wasteland, but it was priced at over 100,000.
He neither competed nor fought for anything; he simply stayed on the sidelines and watched the excitement unfold.
A man bidding next to him saw him approaching and asked, "Why are you also looking at this place? There are so many competitors here."
Lu Qingyang shook his head, "No, you guys are just competing for fun."
Hearing his words, the man breathed a sigh of relief: "Sigh, the competition is too fierce. If we raise the price any further, it won't be profitable. It's a good thing you didn't get involved."
Lu Qingyang nodded thoughtfully: "I've already bought it."
The man raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, and leaned closer with a hint of curiosity: "Oh? You're so quick, where did you buy it?"
Lu Qingyang took out a map from his bag and tapped the light brown area in the south with his finger.
The man craned his neck to look at her, paused for a moment, then couldn't help but twitch his lips into a smile, which he quickly suppressed, but the smile was already overflowing from the corners of his eyes.
"This...this area in the southern suburbs?"
His voice held undisguised surprise, "Brother, your taste... is quite unique?"
Their commotion attracted the attention of several bidders who were resting nearby.
A middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit peeked at the map and couldn't help but shake his head: "I went to see this place two years ago. There isn't even a decent road. It's all muddy puddles and overgrown weeds."
"It's more than just a mud pit."
Another young man wearing glasses chimed in, "It's too far from the city center. Sir, didn't you go and see it in person before you bought it?"
Lu Qingyang calmly folded the map: "I've seen it, and I'm drawn to its development potential."
This remark drew a murmur of laughter from those around him.
The man in the Zhongshan suit patted him on the shoulder, his tone tinged with pity: "It's good that young people have guts, but they can't act recklessly. Do you know why this piece of land in the east of the city is so sought after right now? The toy factory is going to start construction next month, and by this time next year, every inch of this land will be worth its weight in gold."
“That’s right,” the bespectacled young man chimed in.
"That wasteland you bought, let alone ten years, it might not even be developed to that extent in twenty years. This money is probably going to be wasted."
The man who spoke first finally couldn't help but laugh out loud: "I thought you were some kind of expert, but it turns out you're just an amateur."
He turned to his companion and said, "Alright, one less competitor, let's continue."
Even after the crowd dispersed, scattered whispers could still be heard.
"Young people these days, once they have a little money, they become arrogant and ignorant."
"Just wait, you'll regret it in less than six months."
"If that wasteland can appreciate in value, I'll write its name backwards."
Lu Qingyang smiled too. Fortunately, none of these people cared, so he had already bought it at the bottom price. Now he just left it there and didn't care at all.
After finishing his business, he went to the Shinmiju Suisung branch.
Compared to the capital city, this place has more local characteristics.
Before even entering, the steam from the steamed pastries, mixed with the aroma of tea, wafted over.
The waiter, with a white towel draped over his shoulder and a large copper kettle in his hand, moved nimbly among the densely packed tea tables. Upstairs, at a booth by the window, Lu Qingyang ordered a pot of aged Pu'er tea.
The waiter pushed a dim sum cart over, with small steamers stacked on top of each other.
He selected a few items: the shrimp dumplings were crystal clear, with pink shrimp peeking through the paper-thin skin; the siu mai were topped with crab roe; and the steamed chicken feet with black bean sauce were bright red, soft, and tender.
There was also a plate of flaky egg tarts, fresh out of the oven.
The waiter pushed in another cart of desserts.
He wanted a bowl of ginger milk curd. The tender white milk curd trembled slightly in the blue and white porcelain bowl. When the spoon touched it lightly, the surface shook slightly but did not break.
The spiciness of ginger juice and the richness of milk blend together on the tongue, sweet but not cloying.
Outside the window, people come and go under the arcades of the old city.
Vendors push their carts, hawking bowl-shaped rice cakes, their rich aroma wafting into the teahouse.
This reminded him of Beijing's "donkey roll," which is also a rice product, but has such a different flavor.
He hadn't been here for a long time, and everything here was well managed, so he didn't have to worry about anything.
He waved and asked for another serving of double-skin milk pudding.
When the waiter brought the food, he specifically mentioned, "This is made with bonito milk, it's incredibly fragrant and smooth."
Sure enough, the surface of the milk skin was wrinkled, but the inside was exceptionally smooth and creamy, with an intensely rich milky aroma.
He picked up a piece of Malay cake; the golden cake was fluffy and soft, and the sweet aroma of honey spread in his mouth.
This was made according to an old recipe he specially sought out, and it's denser than other brands.
Upon tasting it, Lu Qingyang frowned and called out to the waiter, "This is too sweet; it tastes a bit strange. Use less sugar next time."
A hint of surprise flashed across the waiter's face, but he still responded respectfully.
Soon, he brought over several more signature dishes: a plate of soy sauce chicken, the glossy chicken skin gleaming with an amber sheen; a plate of boiled shrimp, the shrimp bodies curved into graceful arcs; and a plate of steamed sea bass, the fish body covered with finely shredded ginger and scallions.
Lu Qingyang picked up his chopsticks and first tasted a piece of soy sauce chicken.
The chicken was tender and juicy, with a rich, savory sauce, but he only ate one piece before putting down his chopsticks and whispering to the waiter standing beside him, "It's a little overcooked; the chicken didn't retain enough juice."
Then he picked up a boiled shrimp, peeled it, dipped it in the special sauce, and after tasting it, said, "The shrimp is fresh, but the ginger in the dipping sauce is not finely ground, which affects the texture."
Finally, his chopsticks reached for the steamed sea bass.
The fish's eyes were bulging, indicating it was cooked perfectly, but he only picked up a small piece of fish belly meat, dipped it lightly in the broth, and put it in his mouth. "The steaming time for the fish was well controlled,"
He nodded, but added, "However, the soy sauce could be a little lighter. The current flavor is a bit too strong and it masks the sweetness of the fish."
He only tasted each dish briefly, yet his comments were so precise that they secretly alarmed the waiters.
An elderly tea drinker at the next table looked over curiously, clearly having never seen such a discerning customer before.
Just then, the waiter brought over a plate of freshly cooked stir-fried beef noodles.
Lu Qingyang picked up a piece of rice noodles with his chopsticks, carefully observed its color, and gently sniffed its aroma before putting it in his mouth.
"It has a lot of wok hei (wok aroma)," he nodded slightly, but then pointed out, "However, there's a bit too much oil. You can see oil at the bottom of the plate after you finish eating, which makes it less than perfect."
The waiter stood to the side, his face showing a hint of bewilderment.
At this moment, the lobby manager saw the commotion from afar and quickly walked over.
He first glared at the waiter, then bowed respectfully to Lu Qingyang: "Your guidance is appreciated, we will definitely improve."
Lu Qingyang waved his hand, indicating to the manager that there was no need for such formalities.
"Just pack the rest for me, don't waste it."
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