Chapter 56 The Fifty-Sixth Day of Not Running Away The Fifty-Sixth Day of Not Running Away...

Chapter 56 The Fifty-Sixth Day of Not Running Away The Fifty-Sixth Day of Not Running Away...

After dinner, the fat man stopped Liu Yan and offered to order her a glass of orange juice. Liu Yan waved her hand and said, "No, just tell me what's wrong. A glass of orange juice costs thirty yuan here. It's highway robbery."

The fat man chuckled, "Sister Yanzi still cares about me the most."

Liu Yan chuckled: "What, you're saying your sister-in-law Wen Chan doesn't feel sorry for you?"

The fat man sighed and sat down at the bar, spreading his hands. "Sister Yanzi, you're trying to sow discord. I didn't mean that. I'm just showing some respect for my sister-in-law."

Reverence alone is probably not enough to describe the fat man's admiration for Wen Chan.

It's amazing that someone can lead everyone to earn four or five million in less than a month. That's genius.

The fat man even doubted that he was dreaming. If he hadn't seen the amount in his savings account remain unchanged every day, he wouldn't have believed that he now had more than 50,000 yuan in his hands.

Two years ago, if someone had told him that he would become a millionaire, the fat man would never have believed it.

But now, he's actually gotten a little arrogant and thinks that 50,000 yuan isn't enough.

"Sister Yanzi, you're so smart, can you give me some advice? Should I buy a house with you?" Fatty said, "If you buy a house in Shanghai, you can only rent it out."

The fat man wasn't used to Shanghai; as a northerner, he preferred Beijing.

Liu Yan thought the fat man could only be looking for her because of this.

She said, "Go ahead and buy it. Do you plan to start your own business?"

The fat man shook his head. "I don't have that ability or the brains. At most, I can only run errands for people and take orders."

He used to listen to Zheng Ge, but now he listens to his sister-in-law.

The fat man didn't think there was anything wrong with following orders. He had even considered starting his own small business. When he first came to Beijing, he sold fruit, but he hadn't been able to make any money from it.

Why? Because he simply doesn't understand the ins and outs of the fruit trade. Fresh fruit has high wholesale prices, but when it's brought into the city to be sold, there aren't many people willing to buy it. You have to specifically go to Haidian District to find someone willing to buy it.

But if you're buying some that aren't so fresh, people these days are picky. They might turn the whole stall upside down to pick out the best apples and then haggle over the price.

The remaining fruit inevitably ends up in odd shapes and sizes; if you don't sell it, it'll just sit in your hands; if you sell it against your conscience, you'll ruin your reputation.

In short, the fat man didn't lose too much.

From then on, he knew that no industry was so simple, and since he was young and hadn't learned any skills, if he wanted to get rich, he could only rely on others.

“Since you’re not planning to do business, why don’t you use the money to buy a house?” Liu Yan said. “A house costs 30,000 yuan, let’s say 10% off, that’s 27,000 yuan. You’ll still have more than 20,000 yuan left, that’s enough to keep you safe.”

The fat man thought about it for a moment, and realized that Liu Yan's words made sense.

"Then I'll really buy it?"

"Buy it, you won't lose out either way," Liu Yan said. "Wen Chan bought more than a dozen sets without any worries, what are you hesitating for?"

That may be a rough way of putting it, but it makes perfect sense. The fat man's words perfectly illustrate the point.

If Wen Chan buys more than a dozen sets, she must be even more nervous than them. If she dares to buy them, why shouldn't I dare to buy just one set?

Even if I lose money, it won't be by much. The property value increases year by year, and if the rent isn't high in the future, I can just sell it then. It's like an investment.

On the other side.

When Jiang Zihan went home and told her parents about it, both of them were stunned.

Mr. Jiang slapped his thigh and said excitedly, "I've been saying for a long time that the houses in that area are good. Your mother was picky before, complaining that they were a bit expensive, but now she's saying..."

Jiang's mother rolled her eyes at Jiang's father and pulled Jiang Zihan aside, "Little sister, is your boss really going to buy so many houses? Can she live in them all?"

“Aren’t you stupid?” Mr. Jiang said, “People buy houses to rent out. In Beijing slang, it’s called ‘eating tiles.’ A house can be rented out for a hundred a month, which is more than a thousand a month. That’s almost twenty thousand a year. You can make that much money just by lying at home. That’s really comfortable.”

The older sister-in-law exclaimed in surprise, "That place can rent for over a hundred a month?"

Mr. Jiang said, “Otherwise, why would we insist on buying that place? I already inquired with the housing management office. The shops in that area cost 300 yuan a month to rent, and even if the houses are cheaper, they would still cost 80 or 90 yuan to rent.”

Father Jiang sighed: "If your great-grandfather hadn't been indulging in drinking, gambling, and whoring back then, our family would still be living in that old Western-style house. We wouldn't even need to make a living just by renting it out."

Jiang's mother said, "It's really hard to say. We were lucky that we didn't have any wealth back then, and our political background was good. If we were still living in the old Western-style house, we might be dead in the Huangpu River by now."

Father Jiang blushed, and said stiffly, "But there are still quite a few who aren't dead. Didn't they all liquidate their assets ten years ago?"

"Alright, alright, I know your Jiang family has been rich for generations," Jiang's mother said impatiently. "What's important to our family right now is this house. Little sister, can your boss really negotiate a 10% discount?"

Jiang Zihan didn't mention the 20% discount, but the 10% discount was confirmed, while the 20% discount was still uncertain. It would be a pleasant surprise if they could reach an agreement, but if they couldn't, it would be a disappointment if she told them herself.

"That's for sure. I heard Manager Lin say it himself: they'd give us a 10% discount."

"10% off." Mother Jiang bit her lip. "I can sell my few pieces of gold jewelry to make up the difference."

Jiang Zihan and Jiang Zixiao were both stunned.

Jiang Zixiao said, "Mom, you used to be reluctant to sell those gold jewelry pieces, so let's keep them. I'll see if I can go out and borrow some money."

The eldest sister-in-law also said, "Yes, if it really doesn't work, I'll go back to my parents' house to borrow. Our family can earn five or six hundred a month now, so it won't be difficult to borrow two thousand from my parents."

Jiang's mother and her eldest daughter-in-law didn't usually get along, but she was still pleased to hear what her eldest daughter-in-law said.

"No need. You're a married daughter. If you go back and ask, it will put your parents in a difficult position. I have no use for this jewelry. I haven't worn it for a long time. It's better to exchange it for a house."

Jiang Zihan hesitated for a moment, then mustered up her courage and said, "How about this, I'll lend you the money, and you give me an IOU."

She was ultimately soft-hearted; she couldn't bear to see her own mother suffer, but she also didn't want to get involved in the future property dispute.

After Wen Chan learned of her plan, Jiang Zihan gave a wry smile. "Sister Wen, am I being silly?"

Wen Chan said, "Even an upright official finds it hard to settle family disputes. There are never things in this world that can be perfect. It's normal for you to want to be filial to your parents and for you to feel like you're at a disadvantage."

Jiang Zihan touched her face. "That's right. How could I not know that the house would be left to my brother and sister-in-law in the future? But in the end, my parents have lived such hard lives for so many years. Now they can finally move into a nice house and enjoy their old age. Really, I have never seen my parents so happy."

Wen Chan's heart was filled with mixed feelings, and her eyes were dark.

She thought of her scumbag father. If she remembered correctly, at this time, her scumbag father was still a teacher at Caishikou Middle School in Beijing and was unaware of her existence.

It won't be until the middle of next year that her uncle will send her to Beijing like he's throwing away a piece of trash.

From childhood to adulthood, she hated her father's gambling addiction countless times, as he kept throwing the family's money into that pit.

But she had to admit that her gambling father, when his gambling addiction wasn't acting up, and even when he had a little money, would buy her all sorts of delicious food, and would even run all over Beijing in the dead of winter just to buy her an English dictionary.

"Sister Wen, do you think what I did was right or wrong?" Jiang Zihan's question brought Wen Chan back to her senses.

She snapped out of her reverie and said, "Don't think about it anymore. Maybe we can save this money today."

Jiang Zihan smiled, revealing two dimples at the corners of her mouth, "If we could really save two thousand, that would be wonderful."

If we can negotiate a 20% discount, we can save more than just 2,000.

Zhao Dan and his wife had also decided to buy five small apartments.

Even the fat man was a little confused: "Why not buy a bigger one?"

Zhao Dan had her own little scheme in mind: "A big house costs at least 500 yuan a month to rent, which is not affordable for the average person. It would only be worthwhile for a large family to live there, but a large family would have to consider saving money. A small house is better. The young couple both work, and with the help of their parents, renting a small house is not too much of a burden."

After hearing what Zhao Dan said, the fat man suddenly felt that it made a lot of sense.

That's right. A large family needs money for everything – food, drink, sanitation, firewood, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, and tea. Unless you're extremely wealthy, who would be willing to live in a house that costs 500 yuan a month?

But the young couple is different. They don't have much pressure, and Shanghainese are known for their enjoyment of life. Plus, the location is good, so their small apartment is much easier to rent out than their large one.