N-M Chapter 44: Mysterious Buyer Purchases 5 Houses
Chapter 44: Mysterious Buyer Purchases 5 Houses
The next two days.
Lin Bei went to driving school to practice driving in the morning, and then spent the afternoon looking at houses.
In the past two days, he has visited houses in four different old neighborhoods.
In order to avoid attracting attention, Lin Bei still adhered to the principle of only looking at one property in each community.
When homeowners heard that someone was willing to buy their properties, most of them came to discuss the business with some skepticism, as their dilapidated houses, which had been vacant for several years, were willing to buy.
When negotiating prices, Lin Bei remained calm and pointed out all the flaws in each house.
He can usually negotiate down to under 300,000 if the other party asks for more than 350,000.
By the third day...
Lin Bei has already signed five purchase contracts, located in five different residential communities.
The most expensive set cost 320,000 yuan, and the cheapest set cost 260,000 yuan, totaling more than 1.4 million yuan.
He checked his bank card balance and found that he could probably buy two more sets with the remaining money.
That morning, Lin Bei went to the driving school and practiced driving twice, passing the test on the first try as usual.
The instructor had given up on him and was now sitting in the passenger seat smoking, no longer giving any instructions.
After all, having such excellent students can save him a lot of trouble.
After finishing his driving practice, Lin Bei didn't continue looking at apartments. Instead, he took a taxi to the train station.
In the back seat of the taxi, Lin Bei took out his phone and made a call to Song Qingning.
A couple of days ago, this childhood sweetheart sent him several messages, asking what he'd been busy with lately.
Lin Bei kept delaying his reply.
The phone rang a few times before being answered.
Song Qingning's lazy voice came from the phone:
"Feed?"
"You stinky Lin Bei, you finally decided to call me!"
"I thought you'd forgotten about your sister."
Lin Bei: "I've been busy making money these past few days, and I've only just managed to find some time to myself."
Song Qingning yawned: "With the meager earnings you make, it's not even enough to cover your wasted time."
"If you're ever short of money, just tell me! I've got money!"
Lin Bei knew that what Song Qingning thought of as doing business was setting up a street stall and handing out flyers, earning a hundred or so yuan a day.
He didn't continue the conversation, saying, "I'm going to the train station to pick up my parents now. I'll come visit you again in a couple of days when I have some free time."
"Are your uncle and aunt back from their business trip?" Song Qingning's voice rose slightly.
"After you pick them up, are you free this afternoon?"
I'm so bored, I want to go shopping.
"I'm busy," Lin Bei refused outright. "If you want to go shopping, go find your best friend!"
"It's over."
"Feed..."
Lin Bei hung up the phone and leaned back in the taxi, closing his eyes in deep thought.
at the same time.
Song Qingning was lying on her own bed, wearing a tank top and denim shorts, her two long white legs dangling from the side of the bed and swinging back and forth.
She tossed her phone onto the pillow, turned over, and stared blankly at the ceiling.
Lin Bei has seemed to have vanished into thin air these past few days.
Not only did he not knock on her door to call her for breakfast, but he also didn't send her a message in the middle of the night to ask what she was doing the next day.
As a result, she spends all her time at home practicing yoga, except for sleeping.
Song Qingning buried her face in the pillow and let out a muffled groan.
Then he turned over, grabbed his phone, and dialed Su Qianqian's number.
"Qianqian, let's go shopping!"
"I'm so bored at home, I'm practically growing mold!"
Su Qianqian readily agreed: "Okay, let's meet at the usual place."
After half an hour.
The exit of the train station.
Lin Bei, wearing sunglasses and with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, stood beside the exit, watching the flow of people.
Soon, he saw a middle-aged man pulling a dark blue suitcase as he walked out of the exit.
Behind the man followed a woman with short, curly hair and wearing a floral shirt.
They are Lin Bei's parents, Lin Jianjun and Su Ruolan.
Lin Jianjun was wearing a plaid short-sleeved shirt today, with the top button neatly fastened at the collar, and a rolled-up newspaper tucked under his arm.
Su Ruolan wore a beige sun hat with the brim pulled low, a small leather bag slung over her arm, and sunglasses on her face.
Lin Bei threw the cigarette out of his mouth, stomped it out on the ground, and walked quickly toward his parents.
However, just as Lin Bei was about to reach out to take the suitcase from Lin Jianjun's hand.
Lin Jianjun took a step back, holding his suitcase behind him, and gave him a wary once-over.
Who are you?
Why are you taking my luggage?
Su Ruolan also took a half step closer to her husband, pulled her purse closer to her chest, and looked at Lin Bei with a wary expression.
Lin Bei took off his sunglasses, revealing an innocent expression: "I'm Lin Bei!"
"You don't recognize your son?"
Su Ruolan was stunned for a moment.
Then, he suddenly reached out and pushed his sunglasses up to his forehead, squinting as he stared at Lin Bei.
Her expression changed from not recognizing her to not daring to recognize her.
It turned out to be a pleasant surprise in the end.
Su Ruolan pushed Lin Jianjun, who was blocking her way, aside, grabbed Lin Bei's shoulders with both hands, and looked him up and down.
"Xiao Bei!"
"Oh dear, why did you cut your hair?"
"Your dad and I have disliked your blonde hair for a long time, saying it was 'non-mainstream'."
"You look great like this, so energetic and handsome!"
Su Ruolan reached out and touched the stubble on Lin Bei's head, then went around behind him to take a look, saying "good" repeatedly.
Lin Jianjun stood still, looking Lin Bei up and down, his expression changing from wary to satisfied.
But still maintaining the airs of a father, he snorted, "It certainly looks much better."
"That blond guy used to look like a street thug."
Lin Bei put his sunglasses back on and took the suitcase from Lin Jianjun's hand.
"Let's go, let's take a taxi home."
He turned and walked towards the roadside, with Su Ruolan following beside him, chattering away about the trip.
Once in the taxi, Su Ruolan pulled Lin Bei to sit in the back, while Lin Jianjun sat in the front passenger seat.
Once the car started moving, Su Ruolan began to talk non-stop.
"We went to several places this time..."
"First, we took the train to Qingdao. Your dad took some photos on Zhanqiao Pier, but he accidentally exposed the film. He was so angry that he kept nagging about it all day."
"Then, we went to Yantai and made a wish under the wishing tree at Penglai Pavilion."
"Your dad won't tell me what he wished for, but I bet it was to win money from the Liu family while playing mahjong."
"On the way back, we transferred trains in Jinan. There was a braised pork place next to the train station, and your dad ate three bowls of rice there..."
Lin Bei sat in the back seat, his body slightly turned towards his mother, nodding from time to time.
"Really? Or not?"
Is it windy at Zhanqiao Pier in Qingdao?
"The exposure of the film reel is too tragic... Three bowls of rice?"
"Mom, are you sure you're talking about my dad?"
Whether he heard it or not, Lin Bei was maximizing his emotional appeal.
Su Ruolan was overjoyed by Lin Bei's response, then, remembering something, she lowered her voice and whispered in Lin Bei's ear:
"Your dad ate at the buffet on the cruise ship until he threw up, and when he came back he told me he would never eat seafood again."
The next day, I went and ordered another plate full of shrimp.
Lin Bei widened his eyes in agreement and then let out a perfectly timed exclamation.
Lin Jianjun turned around and glared at him from the passenger seat.
Su Ruolan smiled and ignored him.