Chapter 300 The House is in Hand

Chapter 300 The House is in Hand

Dai Xingyun and Xiahou Jie smoothly took over the house.

As Dai Xingyun stepped into the antique courtyard, he couldn't help but stop, slowly turn around, and survey the surrounding plants, trees, bricks, and tiles with piercing eyes.

At this moment, countless thoughts flashed through his mind. He was silently planning how to completely renovate this place and what style Xiaoxiao would like.

"Xingyun, I must say, this courtyard is truly quite lovely! I'm sure Xiaoxiao will absolutely adore it." Xiahou Jie, standing to the side, exclaimed with a smile, his words filled with genuine admiration.

Dai Xingyun smiled and nodded in agreement.

A fleeting, almost imperceptible tenderness crossed his deep eyes: "After Xiaoxiao arrives, let her see what needs to be added and where renovations are needed."

"Then we'll decorate it properly according to her wishes. From now on, this will be her new home!"

Just then, the uncle, who had been quietly observing the two young men, spoke up: "Xiao Dai, didn't you mention before that you wanted to see Old Zhang's house?"

“I already spoke to him yesterday, and he readily agreed to let someone go and take a look. Why don't you two go together today when you have some free time?”

“Okay, thank you for your trouble, Uncle,” Dai Xingyun said happily.

Sure enough, just like my uncle had told me before, this place really isn't that far.

Xiahou Jie walked slowly, pondering to himself.

Leaving the place where I had parted ways with my uncle, I followed the winding path, seeing many interesting things along the way, such as a crooked old locust tree with red ribbons hanging from its trunk, looking rather mysterious. In less than 10 minutes, I arrived at my destination.

Before me, a house stands firmly, like an old man who has weathered the vicissitudes of time yet remains resilient.

The house is incredibly well-preserved; it's a typical two-courtyard house.

Dai Xingyun stood at the door, his gaze slowly sweeping across the courtyard. He saw that the courtyard had been divided into several rooms, some of which were made of wooden planks, while others were brick walls.

He divided the originally spacious area into fragmented pieces. He stroked his chin, starting to make calculations in his mind.

If we want to live in this house in the future, we need to demolish all these partitioned small rooms to make the space open up again.

"With so many rooms in your house, won't there be any disputes?" Xiahou Jie felt uneasy and couldn't help but frown as he asked Old Zhang next to him with a serious expression.

After all, buying a house is no small matter, and it would be terrible if these inexplicable partitions caused any trouble.

Upon hearing this, Old Zhang quickly waved his hand, a helpless expression on his face, and sighed, "Don't worry, there won't be any disputes."

"When this house was returned to me, all the tenants had already moved out." As he spoke, a hint of melancholy flashed in his eyes.

"That old man Zhang, judging from your expression, seems very reluctant to sell," Xiahou Jie asked hesitantly.

His gaze was fixed on Old Master Zhang's face, trying to discern the man's true thoughts from the wrinkles on his face.

"Alas, children are all debts," Old Master Zhang sighed heavily, his voice filled with the vicissitudes of life and helplessness.

He slowly raised his head and looked at the house that held countless memories, his eyes filled with longing.

“I don’t want to sell it. Every brick and tile in this house bears the marks of my wife and I working on it back then, and every corner holds memories of our past.”

"But these people are fighting over this house, and they're almost bleeding from head to toe." At this point, Old Master Zhang's voice choked up.

“If things continue like this, the family will fall apart. I’m thinking of selling the house, splitting the money among myself, and letting them do whatever they want. I’ll go back to my hometown and save some money for myself.”

“Grandpa, we’d like to buy your house, but we’re afraid of causing trouble,” Dai Xingyun said bluntly.

In this complex and chaotic society, there are far too many hidden disputes behind real estate transactions, and he doesn't want his hard-earned money to go down the drain.

"Do your children know you're selling this house? I don't want to have to argue with them after I've paid the money." His gaze was sharp as he stared intently at Old Master Zhang, waiting for a reassuring answer.

"Don't worry, they all know, and they're all waiting inside now," said Grandpa Zhang as he led the way.

Pushing open the door, a faint smell of dust filled the room. The people inside looked at the father with expectant eyes as he brought in two strangers.

As they stepped into the main room, they saw about ten people sitting neatly inside. There were men, women, and a few children, all sitting quietly.

Just then, a slovenly-dressed, nonchalant-looking man casually propped his feet up on the table and asked, "Have you finalized the deal? How much?"

Dai Xingyun frowned, a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

He cleared his throat and asked in a calm yet authoritative tone, "You are all the old man's children, right? How much are you willing to contribute for this house?"

Upon hearing Dai Xingyun's words, the man's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had seen a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Without a second thought, he made an outrageous demand: "I won't sell this house, which is this big, for less than 30,000 or 40,000." As he spoke, he gestured with his hands to show the size of the house, a greedy look on his face.

Dai Xingyun sneered inwardly upon hearing the man's words.

Looking at the man's nonchalant attitude, he lost all interest in bargaining.

He said decisively, "Then we probably can't negotiate anymore. You should find another seller! Xiahou, let's go." With that, he turned and walked out.

Xiahou nodded slightly upon hearing Dai Xingyun's words and followed closely behind him. Their figures gradually approached the door.

When the man saw that Dai Xingyun was really about to leave, he became anxious.

He quickly put his feet off the table, not even bothering to put his shoes back on, and hurriedly chased after the other man, shouting as he ran, "Wait, don't go!" His voice was full of anxiety.

"Is the price negotiable? I'll make an offer and you can counter-offer!" The man smiled broadly, his eyes narrowed into slits, his mouth stretched wide, and he would occasionally stick out his tongue to lick his dry, cracked lips, looking eager to close the deal.