Lin Wan and the other two were entertained by Hu Dong, having a barbecue in his courtyard at night. Hu Dongâs house has quite a few guest rooms, enough for each of them to have their own room. But the three rarely have the chance to hang out together, so they slept in the same room and chatted late into the night.
The next day, Hu Dong drove them to his little villa, which has been around for over ten years. It was bought when Little Star was still very young, and now Little Star is in the third year of junior high. However, the house shows no signs of aging.
"Saozi, the renovation workers here said the wood used is of good quality and kept well, so I only let them repaint the walls. Also, hardwood floors are trendy now, so all the bedrooms have been switched to wooden floors. Even though we donât live here, it should be decorated a bit. When developers come to look, we can estimate a good price. Iâve also redone the exterior walls to make them look brand new."
"Sure, that works, Xiao Dung. Youâre really doing us a favor, since weâre not usually around; the courtyard needs you to help manage it."
"Just checking out the house, itâs not like I come every day. I have a house nearby, not far from here. Iâll take you over there later. Itâs a bit rundown and has typical tile-roof homes of ordinary families. Few people live here; mostly old houses. Some sell theirs due to financial strain. But there arenât many of those families; itâs more an abundance of wasteland, but most are government-owned and not for sale." Hu Dong showed them the rooms under renovation while explaining the situation here.
"I see. So Yang Kui Baoâs family probably knows and bought quite a few here, right?" I guess Pei Bai and Su Lingâs plans might be dashed as there are very few properties for sale here.
"Their family doesnât care for small earnings; they invest in big projects instead." Yang Kui Bao disclosed this to him because theyâre good friends and he wanted him to earn some money.
Yang Kui Bao is not short on money, so he doesnât bother with buying or finding properties â heâd rather open good stones and earn more that way.
"Exactly, that guy never cares about such things."
Su Ling and Pei Bai increasingly liked the villa and wondered how she discovered it back then. Looking back, a few years ago, she wouldâve picked a house in Shanghai city instead of this remote place, which is quite desolate.
After viewing the house, Hu Dong took them to his purchased property. The transfer was ongoing, so the owner hadnât handed over the keys; they couldnât go inside. But the exterior suggested its interior appearance. The property hadnât been lived in for years, making it better to buy it.
"Xiao Dung, these two properties are nice, spacious. Xiao Wanâs is even larger, practically ten small estates; definitely can split quite a lot." Pei Bai, who does planning, knew about their compensation arrangements.
"Right, weâll see how they compensate. Ladies, there are only a few scattered families here, mostly without plans to sell. But Iâll keep an eye out for you. Further ahead is another scattered residential area, though it might not be suitable for planning."
"Itâs all about luck, reallyâ if it works out, great; if not, we can always settle for less. No worries. You donât have to stress over it. Let us know if anything comes up; if not, thatâs okay." Su Ling said with a smile, as it wasnât an urgent matter.
"Indeed, Xiao Dung, this surrounding area is fine. Since this area has opened up, the surroundings will surely develop." Pei Bai, knowledgeable in this field, could foresee the future growth.
These years, Su Ling invested in properties alongside Pei Bai, as thatâs her expertise.
"Yes, that makes sense." Hu Dong chuckled. While leading them to the next stop, a commotion suddenly arose.
"How can you speak like that? If you donât want to buy, then leave; we wonât sell to you." A thirty-something overweight man, looking proud, said in front of a house.
"Even if you were selling now, I wouldnât want it. You should look around and see the property prices here; in such a deserted place, youâre lucky if you can sell it at all, let alone at such a high price. Do you think your house is made of gold? Psh, what nonsense." Another thirty-something man of average build, hands on hips, exclaimed angrily.