"Why are you asking so many questions? You know too many secrets. Be careful to be silenced."
"Wow, capitalists have a different tone, they always want to kill people, Nanjing University capitalist, Liu Zhen just called and asked if you were here. I told her you were in a woman's bed, and she is rushing back to the capital with a knife. You better be careful, this day next year might be the anniversary of your death."
Nan Yi walked to the low table and sat down, saying to Chen Feng with disdain: "Don't worry, I will definitely kill you before I die. Biaozi, what are you doing, pretending to be deep."
Lai Biao took the cigarette out of his mouth, sighed and said, "My mother said that there are two kinds of people in this world that you should not make friends with. One is a fool, and the other is a heartless and philandering person. You two, our friendship is over, and we will never have any contact with each other again."
Nan Yi spat, “Fuck!”
"Biaozi, who do you say is stupid?"
Nan Yi is a heartless person, so the fool is naturally referring to Chen Feng.
"I haven't pointed it out yet, but you've already figured it out yourself." Lai Biao sneered.
"Damn it, I think I'm unlucky to know you two." Chen Feng picked up the wine glass and muttered, "Lao Nan, I heard that you are a local emperor in India. Is this true?"
"Yes, I have 3,000 beauties in my harem. I flip the cards every day, and there is no repeat in three years. I also built a Star-Picking Tower. I don't raise animals in it, but only beautiful women captured from everywhere. I also have a wine pool and a meat forest. I soak in the wine pool with the beauties every day. When I'm thirsty, I drink. When I'm hungry, I eat. When I'm full, I poop. When I'm bored, I find someone to cut open my heart to see if it has a heart."
"Why does it sound so familiar? I seem to have heard this part somewhere before." Chen Feng thought for a moment and said.
Lai Biao said, "The Investiture of the Gods."
"Yes, that's it. I was wondering why it sounded so familiar. Lao Nan, you are not telling the truth anymore. You have forgotten your roots."
"As you please."
Picking up the wine bottle on the table, Nan Yi poured himself half a glass of wine, brought it to his lips and took a sip, "The only way to relieve my worries is to drink Nan Chen. After drinking so many times, Nan Chen wine tastes the best."
"Save your breath, there's no outsider here. Lao Nan, what exactly do you want to do with our chairman?"
Nan Yi picked up two slices of mutton and dipped them in the sauce. As he stuffed the mutton into his mouth, he said, "I want to find a motorcycle company to invest and build a factory in India to seize the Indian motorcycle market."
"Nan Yi, it's not that I look down on our own motorcycle technology. India's plan should be similar to ours, which is to exchange market for technology. It's reasonable for you to find a Japanese motorcycle company, but if you find a domestic one, will the Indians agree?" Lai Biao said.
"Of course I know this. The best-selling motorcycles in China are all imitations of Japanese models. They look the same, but their performance is far inferior. If we follow common sense, there is no hope. However, Indians are more pragmatic than us and are more flexible. Everything depends on human effort."
"Does the motorcycle company that India is planning to join a joint venture have a lot to do with you?"
As soon as Lai Biao heard Nan Yi's words, he quickly grasped the main point.
Nan Yi shook his head. "I don't know where the motorcycle company you mentioned is. I haven't started operations in India yet. But I'm not worried. The key is still in China. I have to sort out the relationship first."
"Then you can just go and negotiate with the motorcycle factory directly. Why do you have to contact us at Central China Trade?" Chen Feng said.
"The environment in India is very complicated. It is easy to invest but not necessarily easy to recover. The future operating income of the motorcycle companies that have invested may need to be recovered through other channels and in other ways. I need a third party responsible for handling accounts to help the motorcycle companies in China handle accounts."
"The operating income of the local motorcycle company is used to buy goods in India. The goods belong to you, and then outside India, you pay the money to Huazhong Trade?" Lai Biao said after thinking for a while.
“That’s pretty much the operating mode.”
Chen Feng: "Pay in foreign exchange?"
"Rupees, rubles, and dollars are all fine. If you like, I can pay in Taiwanese dollars."
"Bullshit, whether I like it or not, you still have to talk to Wang Zhen about this." Chen Feng spat.
"Tsk, you just called him the chairman, but now you're calling him by his first name. Xiao Chen, you're no good. You don't even have the minimum respect for your leader. This is not acceptable. You should treat your leader the same whether he's here or not."
"Go away, go away. I don't see any benefit to Central China Trade from the model you mentioned, except for the foreign exchange reserve."
"You have a big appetite . It's not enough to earn the levy. What else do you want to do?"
"At least 10% of the profit should be left for Huazhong Trade."
"Oh, just go and grab it with your Type 81 rifle."
"Robbery is so embarrassing, extortion is so satisfying." Chen Feng laughed cheerfully and said, "Lao Nan, you must have something else to say. We are all brothers, so just tell me the truth."
"Do you know which is the second highest peak in the world?"
"Your question is really evil. You didn't ask the first one, but the second one. Fortunately, it's not difficult for me. I know it's Mount Qomolangma."
"Well, you're a bit knowledgeable, but this has nothing to do with what I want to say." Nan Yi said lightly, taking a spoon in his hand and scooping some hot pot soup to drink.
"Just give it to me."
"The money from selling the motorcycles can be used to buy goods in India. The goods are my goods. After that, you can take the goods to Manchuria and sell them back to me, or you can directly take them to the Soviet Union and sell them. You can make a lot of money from this."
"What product?"
"Preserved fruit, dried fruit."
"Lao Nan, you went through so much trouble just to sell some preserved fruits and dried fruits. You can't be so narrow-minded, right?"
"Alas, my own interests are not as important as the interests of the country. Look, what is fluttering on my chest? Red, that is the red dyed with my enthusiasm. Why do I always smile? It is because I have done a lot for this land."
"Damn it, the comprador lackeys have learned to flaunt themselves." Chen Feng complained.
"Chen Jiatou, be careful or I'll sue you for defamation."
"You two are so naive. Nan Yi, do you think the ruble will fall in the near future?"
"It should be able to last for a while, did you buy one yourself?"
"The bank holds some." Lai Biao replied: "My job is to care about foreign exchange. I don't want my personal life to be dominated by foreign exchange, so I won't speculate."
"Biaozi is still the one who sees things clearly. Damn, both of you see things clearly. Only I am miserable." Chen Feng suddenly said with self-pity.
Nan Yi and Lai Biao were too lazy to pay attention to Chen Feng's complaints. This grandson was not complaining at all, he was clearly insulting others.
"Lai Biao, what business is your girlfriend doing?"
"Get ready for karaoke."
"You son of a bitch, you said you were going to learn from others, but I really took it seriously and asked Leng Yan to call your girlfriend. When you got there, you just learned from some karaoke?"
"She said she couldn't understand what Leng Yan said to her." Lai Biao said embarrassedly: "After returning, she went out for a walk and finally took a fancy to the karaoke bar."
"That's what I said. It's useless to do business. You might as well send her to study and learn how to serve you."
"What Lao Nan said is true."
"Go away, stop stepping on me and drink some wine."
In winter, drinking beer is uncomfortable, so Nan Yi will take the initiative to drink some white wine. However, he usually stops after drinking about half a catty and no longer drinks greedily. Half a catty is his pleasure point. Drinking to this level just reaches the maximum pleasure of alcohol. Drinking any less will become alcoholism.
After finishing one bottle, he opened the second one. The bottle was next to Nan Yi, so he poured wine for Lai Biao and Chen Feng. Lai Biao didn't do anything strange, but when it came to Chen Feng, the mouth of the bottle was pressed on the wine glass by Chen Feng, but he was shouting, "Enough, enough, I can't drink it anymore, I can't drink it anymore."
"Crazy, what drunkard have you met recently?"
"How do you know?"
"Nonsense, your false politeness and your indifference to alcohol can only be seen in drunkards. Not to mention, you acted it out vividly."
"Hahaha, you figured it out. A few days ago, a customer from Zhejiang Province came to visit. We had a good chat. At the table, he told me about the drinking culture there. He said that the drunkards there are just so fake polite. When pouring wine for others, you can't listen to what the other person says. You have to look at the gestures. Pressing the bottle mouth means more, and lifting the bottle mouth means you really don't want any."
"It's probably because of poverty. The situation in Zhejiang Province is similar to that in Hu Jian. There are many mountains and little land. Each person has only a few acres of land, so it's hard to even have enough to eat, let alone use grain to make wine or buy wine outside." Nan Yi said.
"That's what the client said. He wanted to maintain proper etiquette but also wanted to relieve his alcohol addiction, so this funny scene happened."
"Let's not talk about that. Let's drink. I'm fine with it. You guys can have half a glass."
"Either drink or shut up, or I'll give you a children's table next time." Lai Biao said disdainfully.
"Crazy, this southerner is really arrogant, kill him."
"Old Nan, we are also Southerners after all."
"Not really. In the eyes of Lai Biao and his people, we are all Yankees."
"If you pull one and beat one, you will appear smart. Madman, you should point your guns at the opposite direction."
"You guys name your prices. I'll team up with whoever has the highest price."
Nan Yi and Lai Biao looked at each other and said in unison: "Fence-sitter, I'll kill your grandson first."
…
"Can you accompany me to Guanyuan tomorrow?"
In the bathroom, Nan Yi, who had just returned from drinking, was lying in the bathtub, and Gong Xue was scrubbing him with a bath towel.
"cannot."
"oh."
Nan Yi's decisive answer made Gong Xue depressed.
"When I leave, you go with me."
"Um."
Gong Xue's mood turned from cloudy to sunny, and her hands became stronger. She hit Nan Yi's armpits a few times and rubbed out a handful of mud.
The next day, Nan Yi went to Central China Trade again and entered Wang Zhen's office. The two talked for a long time and the matter about the motorcycle was basically finalized.
Wang Zhen had nothing to be embarrassed about. Central China Trade could almost be said to be the one that benefited from it for free. It was easy for him to explain to anyone, whether officially or privately.
Perhaps it was because he got the advantage that Wang Zhen took over the job of contacting the motorcycle company. He would contact them first, and when there was some progress, he would take Nan Yi to visit the company.
In fact, there are not many options to choose from. The only ones that Nan Yi is interested in are Shancheng Machine Tool Factory, which produces Chongqing brand, and Shanghai Yichu Motorcycle Factory, which produces Xingfu brand. Of the two, he prefers the former, as the latter is a privately held enterprise and may not be able to handle some things.
"What happened to your head?"
After leaving Central China Trade, Nan Yi went to Ye Yi's house.
"When I met a bag snatcher, my sense of justice was aroused, and I chased him into an alley. I turned around and around in the alley until I was dizzy. I kept chasing him and thought that something was wrong, but it was too late. Guess what, my way back was blocked by a crowd of 16 or 17 people..."
"Don't brag, how many are there?"
"Three."
Nan Yi leaned over to Ye Qi's head and took a look. "You're lucky. Brickmoving is shot horizontally, not vertically. Otherwise, I would have been eating your feast by now. Hey, how many dishes do you think you'll have?"
"A full banquet, do you want to eat?"
"Eat, the one who lost the bag must be a woman, what does she look like?"
"She is so beautiful, but her soul is not. I was knocked unconscious by a brick. When I woke up, I was in the hospital, but I didn't see the man who lost the bag. He is such a jerk. He didn't even bother to see his buddies."
"Looking at your ugly appearance, the girl must have thought you were an accomplice in the bag snatching. I guess she ran away right away. The next time I see you, I'll be careful to send you to the police station."
"Forget it."
After the jokes were over, the topic became serious.
"Have you thought about it? There are many people who want your position. If you leave, you can't go back."
"I've thought it over. Qinghe International has good treatment, but it is also controlled by others and does not allow for freedom. Business in the north is easy to do, so I want to go there and take charge for a while."
"Fuck, don't forget, you're not just an employee, you're also a shareholder, this is also your business."
"Forget it. As a shareholder, I only get to share the money, but I don't have a say. Besides, Mr. Yang manages Yaqing Company very well, and the people sent in from Haidian don't dare to go too far. This year, when the price broke through the barrier, Yaqing directly recovered its costs and made a lot of profit."
"Hey, Mr. Yang, why don't you call me by my name?" Nan Yi teased.
Ye Qi said as a matter of course: "Yang Kaiyan knows how to handle things, I admire her."
"Well, if you want to go, go ahead. You know what the situation is in the north, right?"
"Of course I know." Ye Qi replied, rolling up the sleeve of his left leather jacket, "Look, I got hurt in Ulaanbaatar. Luckily I was lucky enough to meet a kind-hearted Russian, otherwise I wouldn't be able to come back."
"That old Russian guy's name is Petrovsky, right?"
Ye Qi was surprised and asked, "Can you calculate?"
"That's bullshit. Do you think you are God's illegitimate child? You have taken all the good luck. He is mine. I saved your life for you."
"I thought, you couldn't see such a good opportunity in the north, it seems you have been doing it secretly for a long time. It makes sense if you are your man. I wonder why the Russians are so kind, not only saving me, but also helping me get the goods back.
Those robbers were really cruel. Not only did they rob the goods, they even took away the leather coat on my body. In such a cold day, they left me in the wilderness. I'm sure I'll freeze to death."
"You deserve it. It's fine if you're just a middleman, but why did you touch the terminal? That's the Mongolians' private land. If you dare to do that again, they won't just rob you of your goods, they'll kill you directly."
"That's not right. I know some people transport the goods to Ulaanbaatar and then sell them on the grasslands. They just have to pay some protection fees. Why can't I do the same?"
"Nonsense, they only have two or three packages of goods, and you have three trucks for the first trip. If it's easy to do, are you going to charter a car for the second trip? Do you want a special train for the third trip?"
"Fuck, can I choke?" Ye said without hesitation.
"You're more than just arguing. You've stirred up a hornet's nest. Remember, you owe me a life. You'll be my slave for the rest of your life."
"Get lost, I'm willing to give you my body." Ye Qi cursed with a smile, then sighed, "That place is a place where the brave ones will die of overeating and the timid ones will die of starvation. Highway robbery is committed by gangs, and some people have killed people. When you get there, there's only one word. If you're timid, you'll be dead."
"Stop sighing. No matter how chaotic the situation is, there are still rules. If you want to break the rules, you have to be strong-willed. You definitely can't do that. If you dare to show off, be careful that Katyusha will come and cover you with two rounds of firepower. If you think the business in the north is easy to do, then go ahead and do it. But be careful."
"Just give me a word, why don't you introduce me to some connections?"
“Relationships are expensive, and you may not be willing to give them up.”
"How much?" Ye asked seriously.
"Sixty percent of the profits must be handed over, thirty-five percent must be used for management, and the remaining twenty-five percent belongs to me."
Ye Qi hesitated for a moment and asked again: "How big a business can you do?"
"It depends on your ability."
"I promise, if you dare to accept benefits from me, it must be a good deal." Ye said with a smile.
"Haha, when you're healed, go to Vladivostok." Nan Yi handed Ye a piece of paper, "Call the number above and give them whatever they want. Unless they tell you their identity, don't ask."
"It's so mysterious, why don't you tell me?"
"It's not that I won't tell you, it's that I don't know either. Anyway, most of them are public officials."
"No way, the cadres of the Soviet revisionism are in such a miserable state, and they still want to run their own business?"
"Who knows? Just don't ask around. Be careful that they might be embarrassed and kill you to silence you."
"I don't even know who the other party is. Is it safe to do business with him? Will he get scammed?"
"The 60% you have to pay is insurance, the 35% is to ensure that the other party will not dare to cheat you, and the 25% is to ensure your safety on the road. Damn, I don't even know if there is any left from what I took. There are too many links to take care of on the road."
"Let's stop. It's like you're transporting goods just for me. You're just mixing them with your own goods."
"Well, I can't fool you." Nan Yi smiled and said, "Whether you make money or lose money, I will only do this business with you. Don't brag when you get excited outside. You know it clearly, but others may not. Your relationship with me is worth 30%. If you really want to do business with me, you can only keep 10% at most."
"Okay, buddy, I know what's going on. I'm not a pushover who will say anything when I get excited."
"Just know the number."
The current situation of the Soviet revisionists seems to be able to function normally, but many materials in the country are beginning to be in short supply. There is no problem in getting enough food, as the grain supply is still sufficient, but it is not easy to eat well, as many things have begun to be supplied in limited quantities.
In order to diversify commodities and improve people's lives, people of insight naturally thought of the black market. As a result, black markets sprang up in city after city. There, people could buy popular commodities that were not available in state-owned stores. People's physical and spiritual nutrition could be supplemented, and all they had to pay was rubles that were about to become waste paper.
"Would you like to have lunch at my place?"
"No, my flight is at 1pm, so I'll just eat something outside later."
"Don't worry, you can eat here just as usual without drinking."
"Okay, then you can make do with whatever you have at home, and we can cook it together."
"A lot, they are all kept warm in the refrigerator. Many of them cannot be frozen. If they are frozen, the taste will be wrong." Ye Qi said, taking Nan Yi to his kitchen.
“After arriving in Ulaanbaatar, you didn’t move on?”
"Yes, I went to the Jewish Autonomous Region. It's a nice place, with a vast land area and few people. Every household in the countryside has a car and a tractor, and they live a good life. It should be similar to our situation there, but why is life so different?"
"You can't envy them. They have vast land and abundant resources. We are not much worse off. Life is getting better day by day. Ordinary people have hope."
"Yeah, fifteen years ago, we could only eat dumplings a few times a month. At that time, I thought that the fuqiang flour dumplings stuffed with eggs were the most delicious thing in the world. It's not like now . If you want dumplings, you eat dumplings. If you want noodles, you eat noodles. If you are too lazy to cook, you go to a restaurant."
"Don't you like Lao Mo's borscht the most?"
"Well, it's different. Old Mori's stuff can only be regarded as snacks, occasionally to change things up. If we want to fill our stomachs, we have to eat our own food. Speaking of which, I want to eat dumplings. How about we have some?"
"Okay, I'll make the filling and you roll the dough. I can't do this."
"become."
Ye Qi ran to get some flour, poured it into the basin and started kneading the dough.
"Do you want to eat the leaves or the stems?" Nan Yi said to a cabbage with a kitchen knife in his hand.
"Give me some of both, more poles, I like to eat."
Hearing this, Nan Yi cut off some leaves from the cabbage head, and then cut off a piece from the root. He then cut the cabbage into pieces on the chopping board and put them aside for later use. He also cracked two eggs and stir-fried them in the pan for a few times. He took them out when they were still white and tender...
"I heard someone over there talking about rights, ideas, equality and so on. Do you know what's going on?" Ye Wei said while making dumplings.
"I didn't realize you could speak Russian?"
"Bullshit, I dare to go there without someone who can speak Russian."
"Who told you that?"
"I heard it in a restaurant. The Russians seemed to call them Ukrainians."
"Oh, that's neoliberalism. Liberalism was proposed a long time ago, a little earlier than Marx and Engels. It was criticized by Marx and Engels. A man named Hayek proposed neoliberalism in the 1930s. It's basically the same old wine in a new bottle.
Just look at the newspapers and you will know that some people in China are also talking about this thing, and they want to exaggerate it infinitely. Look at what they are capable of. They have just had a few days of full meals and they don’t even know their own surnames. "
"That's right. It's not easy for our country to get to where it is now. If you ask me, the best thing to do is to talk less nonsense and do more work."
"Forget it. It's not our turn to worry about this kind of thing. We should just worry about ourselves. The Russians have always attached importance to heavy industry and ignored light industry over the past few decades. Light industrial products are easy to sell over there, whether it's towels, toothbrushes, washbasins, chamber pots, spittoons, or toilet brushes. There's no problem selling them over there."
"I can understand the rest, but what can the Russians use this spittoon for? Don't the Russians use flush toilets?"
Nan Yi put down the kitchen knife and said, "The spittoon has a white enamel bottom with a red border and a picture of mandarin ducks playing in the water and a big "囍" character. It looks festive. The Russians like red just like us. If you take the spittoon over there and change its name to Vasily bread bowl or Ula fruit bowl, it will surely sell well."
Ye Qi laughed and scolded: "Bullshit."
"This is not nonsense. A few thousand years ago, pork was only eaten by the lower class . A hundred years ago, who would touch the water except for the boatmen and coolies? Do you eat beef offal and pig intestines now?
Why do I eat things now that I didn't eat before? Were these things poisonous in the past?
No, this is a problem of cognition. In fact, offal has always been edible, but people in the past thought it was inedible, so later generations stopped eating it.
The same goes for spittoons. We have known since childhood that they are used to hold dirty things. This is because our previous generation and the generation before that used them to hold dirty things.
But the Russians are different. To them, a spittoon is just a nice-looking and novel vessel. It can be used to hold anything, like a pot or a basin. If you use it to hold gold, it is a pot of gold. "
"What you said does make sense, but there are so many things I can sell. Why should I sell spittoons? If the Russians knew the truth, I'm afraid they would tear me apart."
"Of course it's because it's cheaper. Fewer people use spittoons now, but more manufacturers are producing them. Many manufacturers have unsold spittoons. You can go and buy them at a very cheap price. If you don't calculate the profit from the purchase and sale, are you still afraid of being torn apart by the Russians?"
"Oh, Nan Batian, no wonder you're getting rich. How come you have such a clever mind? You've come up with such a tricky angle. Not to mention, you'll definitely make a lot of money. As long as there's money to be made, it's worth getting beaten up."
"You can do it too if you brag less and read more newspapers."
As Nan Yi spoke, he took a spoon and put the mixed mutton filling into the pot of boiling radish. When the mutton meatballs floated to the surface of the soup, he poured the soup into a soup bowl and sprinkled some chopped green onions on it. The mutton meatball and radish soup was ready.
On Ye Wei's side, the dumplings had just been fished out. The two of them came to the dining table with the soup and dumplings and sat down.
"When I came back, I took a train and found that there were quite a few Chinese on the train. They were all traders who sold all kinds of things to the Soviet revisionists. After asking around, I found out that some of them went to Siberia, some to Moscow, and some to various member states, even Eastern Europe, such as Hungary, the Czech Republic, Poland, and Bulgaria.
Judging from their accents, there are people from both the north and the south. In the north, there are two or three people in a group, and in the south, there are seven or eight or ten people in a group. Judging from their accents, they all sound the same. Southerners are more united than northerners."
"It's normal. In the south, most people have one surname and one village. They have clans and ancestral halls. People of the same clan and origin naturally unite when they go out. In addition, there is the tradition of business guilds in the past, so the customs are more or less left over."
"Yeah, there are several gangs on the train. The people from Northeast China, Zhejiang Province, and Guangdong Province are the most numerous. There are fewer people from other places, and they are not a big deal. I also heard people on the train talking about the Ukrainian branch of the Rags, the Czech branch, and the Cigarette Butts Column. They said they started hanging around in Eastern Europe a long time ago and got rich a long time ago. They have established themselves there one by one and are very capable."
Hearing what Ye Wei said, Nan Yi smiled knowingly.
After all, a few of the seeds that were sown grew as he had imagined. The people in the Rags and Cigarette Butts Column seized the opportunity to make a fortune in Eastern Europe. A few years later, they returned to Shenzhen with the funds, and they would have no problem building office buildings, buying shops, or constructing houses.
"No one cared about you for ten years, but once you become famous, everyone knows you. Forty and fifty are the foundation, sixty is the frame, seventy is the wind and rain protection, eighty is the interior decoration, and ninety is the happiness."
Nan Yi pondered over what he had said to Xian Yaodong. At least, he was sure that some of the people born in the 1990s in Wenchangwei could enjoy a good life from the moment they were born. As for the others, as long as they still had the word "indigenous", they would have a net worth of at least tens of millions by the time they were thirty.
"The houses in the village are almost finished. As long as you don't spend money and hold on to the houses allocated to you in the village, your life will not be bad at all."
Thinking of this, Nan Yi felt a little depressed and bored. After more than ten years of hard work, it might not be as cost-effective as building houses on all the land in Wenchangwei.
"After the houses are divided, there will be seven or eight buildings left. It should be no problem to buy two and register them directly under Wuwei's name. There are 30 single rooms and 6 one-bedroom apartments in one building. They are over 2,000 years old. It should be no problem to rent a single room for 300 yuan and a one-bedroom apartment for 500 yuan. That's 24,000 yuan a month. With this income, no one will say anything if you eat and drink better."
Nan Yi not only cares about his own reputation, but also Nan Wuwei's reputation. He takes Nan Wuwei's life into consideration and makes sure that Nan Wuwei's life is spotless and his resume is spotless.
"Hey, what are you thinking about? Can you hear me?" Ye Wei patted the table and said.
"I heard it." Nan Yi picked up a dumpling, dipped it in vinegar and stuffed it into his mouth. "Well, the filling is good, but the skin is not so good."
"It's good. The cabbage is well grown, and the eggs are good too. It's just that the stuffing is a bit old-fashioned." Ye Qi also picked up a dumpling and said in a fake manner.
"Beating sex."
"You asked me to do it." Ye Qi put down his chopsticks and lit a cigarette. "It's been a while since we got together, right?"
"I saw some gangsters the last time I came back."
"Can you spare some time this time?"
"Sure. I have to go back to Beijing when I'm done. Just stay at my place. I'll call you then."
He had lunch in the capital at noon, and just after dinner time, Nan Yi sat in the dining room of Fang Mansion again.
Liu Zhen, Nan Wuwei and Liu Zhen’s confidant Lin Qin.
"Dad, can you sleep with me tonight?"
Nan Yi deliberately said: "No, Daddy wets the bed and is afraid that you will drown."
"Dad, I don't wet the bed anymore." Nan Wuwei said with an expression of seeking credit.
"Yeah?"
"Yes, I haven't wet the bed for a long, long time."
"Okay, then Dad will sleep with you and send you to school tomorrow." Nan Yi said, and then said to Liu Zhen: "Is my bicycle still on the third floor?"
"I haven't moved. There will be cold front tomorrow."
"It's okay. Our Wuwei is a man and is not afraid of the cold."
After Nan Wuwei finished his meal and left the dining room to watch TV, Nan Yi asked Lin Qin, "Have you bought the house you live in?"
"Not yet. There aren't many good commercial houses right now. I don't want staff housing [companies build them and sell them cheaply to internal employees. They often have some 'surplus' to sell to outside households with connections, which is considered internal welfare housing], and foreign-related housing is too expensive. I don't think it's cost-effective. I plan to wait and see." Lin Qin said.
"Oh, did you buy a public housing unit?"
"I bid for a public housing unit on Shunchang Road, 40 square meters, with an initial asking price of 70,000 yuan. There were many bidders, and I was able to buy it only after the asking price reached 130,000 yuan."
"The shop on Shunchang Road is a good deal at 3,250 yuan per square meter. If you rent it out for a year, you can earn a lot of money. But Shanghai is Shanghai, and the price of this house is really not cheap."
"It's not that it's not cheap, it's a bit outrageous. The price of private houses outside is only more than two hundred but less than three hundred per square meter, and the price of commercial housing in prime locations is at most four hundred. The selling price of commercial housing is almost two thousand. How many people can afford it at such a high price?" Liu Zhen continued.
"Two thousand is a bit outrageous. This price is abnormal. It should drop."
No matter how expensive the houses in Shanghai are, they cannot be worth 2,000 yuan per square meter now. This price is obviously highly speculative and does not fall within the normal range of commodity prices. Before the national policy on the real estate economy is formed, there is no one to support the housing prices, so it is impossible for them to rise all the way.
"I have eaten at several private houses, all in Xujiahui." Liu Zhen said again.
"Have you sorted out the property rights? It's possible for a house to be registered to dozens of households here, so don't leave any hidden dangers."
Not only is there the legacy issue of multiple households occupying one house, but many people also register their children's household registration under the names of relatives and friends for the sake of their children's schooling. There are also cases of registering the "second child" under the names of relatives. These seem to have nothing to do with the homebuyers, and the homeowner says it's for sale.
But there are so many strange things in this world. If we don’t deal with the aftermath now, someone might come out and make trouble decades later.
I'm just sitting around doing nothing, what if I can get some benefits by making some noise?
Housing issues have always been complicated. If not handled properly, there will be endless troubles in the future.
"If there's a hidden danger, it's your fault. It's your people who are doing the work."
"Then there won't be any problem."
Nan Yi felt that his questions were unnecessary. Liu Zhen only needed to give the first word, and the rest would be done by the people he transferred from Creativity Real Estate. It was impossible for them not to think of any omissions or hidden dangers.