Marrying a Handsome Educated Youth in the 1970s

211-220

Chapter 211 The Second Courtyard 2

Xia Qingqing smiled like a little fox. Look, the price can be reduced. This means that the price offered by the other party is not the lowest price at all.

She looked at the middle-aged man with a smile and said: "Uncle, the price you offered is still a bit high. Since you are willing to take a step back, I will take a step back. How about I add a little more 8,000 yuan?"

The middle-aged man choked. This was really a big step back.

He didn't want to play Tai Chi with Xia Qingqing anymore, so he sighed leisurely: "Little girl, I am a serious second-entry yard. You go out and ask around. Now the first-entry yard is sold for six to seven thousand."

"You can move right into the courtyard as soon as you enter it. It's not as shabby as yours. Uncle, just give us an honest price and save us from wasting time here."

Xia Qingqing also knew that the uncle would definitely not be willing to pay the price he said, but that's what buying and selling is like, the seller was asking for a high price and the buyer was counter-offering.

The middle-aged man glanced at Xia Qingqing and finally told his bottom price: "Okay, okay, little girl, I'm afraid of you. You can't get any less than 9,000 yuan, otherwise I won't sell it."

He was really impressed by this little girl. She seemed so small and weak, but she could cut the price better than anyone else. This was like forcing him to scratch his skin.

Thinking that just by saying these few words, he would earn 1,000 yuan less, he was so distressed that he almost bled.

9,000 yuan is already the lowest price in his mind. If it's any less, he won't sell it even if the house is ruined in his hands.

Xia Qingqing tried hard to suppress the joy in her heart, pretending to think on her face. She couldn't agree too readily, otherwise the other party would definitely feel that she had suffered a loss. Now that the two of them had signed a contract, they could regret it at any time.

After about a few minutes, Xia Qingqing said calmly: "Okay, 9,000 is just 9,000. When do you think it is appropriate for us to go to the Housing Authority to transfer the ownership?"

In fact, the little person in her heart started cheering crazily at this time.

It's great to be able to bargain. In just a few words, she saved herself 1,000 yuan, which is great.

Seeing that Xia Qingqing agreed, the middle-aged man secretly exhaled a breath: "I can go at any time. I happen to have a relative who works in the Housing Authority. I will just give him a red envelope later."

The middle-aged man wanted to give Xia Qingqing some time to go to the bank to withdraw money. Unexpectedly, Xia Qingqing patted her shoulder bag, took out a bunch of money and said,

"I have them all with me. Let's sign a contract first and leave the rest." The money will be given to you after the transfer is completed."

The middle-aged man looked at Xia Qingqing with deep admiration. He had nearly ten thousand yuan with him like this. This little girl was really awesome.

This was either a person who was a master of arts and a bold person, or someone who was stupid and bold. Judging from the little girl's bargaining performance just now, he subconsciously felt that the other party belonged to the former.

Song Ze looked at the stack of money that Xia Qingqing took out, and a flash of worry appeared on his face. It was too unsafe for Qingqing to take the train with so much money.

And judging from her reaction, she must have more than 9,000 yuan in her hand. She could put such a large amount of money in the dormitory without fear of being stolen. He would have to give her some advice later and be on guard against others.

The middle-aged man himself didn't expect to sell the house so quickly, and he didn't prepare any cooperation. He could only ask Xia Qingqing to write two temporary copies.

After finalizing some controversial details with the other party, both of them signed and fingerprinted.

Xia Qingqing then handed the prepared money to the middle-aged man: "Uncle, please count it first to see if it is right. After counting, we will go to the housing management office."

4,500 yuan is 450 Unity cards, which is a stack from Lao Gao in his hand.

Although the middle-aged man has such a big yard, it was left by his ancestors and had already declined by his generation.

The children in his family have all grown up to the age of marriage, and it is not easy to divide this poor yard among several children. Sons need betrothal gifts when they marry, and daughters also need dowries when they get married.

What should I do if the distribution is uneven? I can only sell the yard.

The middle-aged man counted the numbers one by one, unable to contain his excitement, and mentally planned the use of the money.

Half of it will be divided among his children, and he plans to keep the rest to support himself and his wife in their old age, which can also be regarded as a guarantee for himself and his wife. .

He is not willing to put the rest of his life entirely on his son. He has been through it himself. After his son gets married, he will have his own family. The first thing he considers when encountering problems is his family.

After confirming that the amount of money was correct, the middle-aged man took Xia Qingqing and Song Ze directly to the housing management office. The person who handled the transfer was the relative he mentioned.

The two were not very close relatives, so the middle-aged man secretly stuffed each other with a 10-yuan red envelope. With the red envelope, the man quickly completed the procedures for them.

After completing the transaction, Xia Qingqing handed the remaining money to the middle-aged man happily: "Uncle, are you counting correctly? After receiving this money, we will pay it off, and that yard will be mine."

"Yes, yes, the amount of money is fine. If there is nothing else, I'll leave first." The middle-aged man smiled and put the money in his bag and planned to leave.

He is not as bold as this girl. He dares to put so much money directly on his body. If he is robbed along the way, he will not be able to cry.

Xia Qingqing watched her uncle leave and fiddled with the two newly acquired house deeds, feeling an inexplicable sense of satisfaction in her heart.

She has another small yard, how can she not be happy?

When Song Ze saw that there was no one else around, he whispered in Xia Qingqing's ear: "Qingqing, do you plan to keep all your money in the dormitory? Isn't it unsafe? What if someone steals it?"

When Xia Qingqing heard this, she coughed slightly unnaturally: "Well, I definitely hide the money very well. I guarantee that no one can find where I hide it."

"Besides, no one knows I have money, so how can I steal it?"

Song Ze tasted it carefully and felt that it seemed to be the same. There is a saying that it is dark under the lamp. The more dangerous the place, the safer it is.

What's more, he also knew that Xia Qingqing didn't earn the money through any normal means. If he deposited it in the bank, he wouldn't be able to withstand the investigation, so that was all he could do for the time being.

Song Ze nodded and said: "That's okay, you just have to know what's going on. If you need my help, just ask."

"We're counting, don't worry." Xia Qingqing showed an expression of being in control.

Her money is hidden in the safest place in the world, and no one can steal it unless the system warehouse suddenly disappears.

She once asked the system this question. After all, all her property was stored in the system warehouse. If the system suddenly disappeared, she would be in trouble.