"Jiang, are you really going to cooperate with them?" As Luis Cazard left, Wallis Shelley walked up behind Jiang Hai, rested her head on his back, and kneaded his temples, asking him with a hint of hesitation.
"It's fine to cooperate with them, but we need to be careful. Here's this stack of documents for you; get ready." Hearing Wallis Shelley's words, Jiang Hai naturally didn't want to have any dealings with these people, but just as he said...
To go to Antarctica, one must go through the Antarctic research institute. If they didn't know what he was going there for, saying he was going for fun, or exploration, or even if Jiang Hai directly paid and said he was going for scientific research, that would have been fine. This was Jiang Hai's original plan.
But the problem now was that they already knew Jiang Hai was going to Antarctica and had his own purpose. No matter what he said, they wouldn't let Jiang Hai enter Antarctica, and if they didn't let him go, Jiang Hai really had no other options.
As long as he wasn't being watched, he could go any way he wanted, even by diving underwater himself.
But the problem now was that he was being watched, so things probably wouldn't be that simple.
It was hard not to cooperate, so Jiang Hai had no choice. Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Wallis Shelley also fell silent.
Since Jiang Hai had made up his mind, and she truly had no other solution, this was the only way.
"Never mind, let's not think about this for now. Oh, are you two coming home with me this year?" Looking at Wallis Shelley, Jiang Hai also waved, gesturing for Azalina to sit on his lap, then asked them.
Jiang Hai had said long ago that he wanted these girls to come home with him.
It was always good to ask first. After hearing Jiang Hai's words, Azalina's and Wallis Shelley's eyes both lit up. Azalina was fine, having been to China with Jiang Hai, but Wallis Shelley hadn't.
Now that she heard about going to China, she felt a little nervous and excited, and immediately nodded like a woodpecker.
"This year, I want everyone to go. Besides the air quality being a bit poor, our place is quite fun. You can go ice-sliding, see ice lanterns and snow sculptures, and eat 'killing pig's feast' and such." Looking at the two women in front of him, Jiang Hai said with a smile, still very interested when he thought of the food from his hometown.
"Yes, we want to go!" Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Wallis Shelley also nodded seriously and said.
"Okay, then I'll have to go back early to buy a villa, otherwise, there won't be enough room for us all." Jiang Hai thought for a moment, already planning in his mind what kind of villa to buy when he returned.
Although Jiang Hai didn't have much cash on hand now, he still had hundreds of millions of US dollars, and buying a villa in Ice City wouldn't cost that much. The housing prices in Ice City were indeed not cheap, especially in the city center and along the two main streets, Gogol Street and Central Street.
For the latter, a river-view apartment selling for over 20,000 yuan per square meter was considered cheap, sometimes even going for over 30,000 or 40,000.
Of course, this was normal; every city had a special area like this.
However, generally speaking, housing prices in Ice City were relatively average, as the city had expanded too much, and the surrounding housing developments couldn't keep up, so prices remained stagnant. Jiang Hai remembered asking Fu Yuan and the others to check it out.
A villa community in Jiangbei, near the river and the government, with a villa of over 300 square meters, was priced at around 30 million yuan, or 100,000 yuan per square meter. This was already the most expensive price accessible to the common class in Ice City.
Unlike in the Jiangnan region, near West Lake in Hangzhou, a villa wouldn't sell for less than a billion yuan; it would be a great blessing if it did.
Compared to first-tier cities in China, Ice City was still far behind, not to mention the capital, magic city, Guangdong city, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, etc., even compared to Fuzhou, Chongqing, Tianjin and other cities, it was still far behind.
According to the classification of first and second-tier cities in China, Ice City could at most be considered a relatively low-ranking second-tier city.
With lower incomes, housing prices were naturally not particularly high, which was understandable. However, tens of millions was an astronomical figure for ordinary people, but for Jiang Hai, it was just another sum of money; he wasn't short of it.
After making his plans, he decided to go back and tell Qi Jie, Qi Ya, and Aphra that everyone would go back together for the New Year. While chatting and enjoying the soft bodies of the two girls, unknowingly, the sky gradually darkened.
Pura Walton also returned, and Jiang Hai still stayed at Pura Walton's place that night. She was extremely starved for Jiang Hai's attention now, and every night she wished she didn't have to sleep, wanting to melt Jiang Hai into her body.
At worst, she could just sleep during meetings in the daytime. Anyway, like Jiang Hai, she belonged to a special class.
She decided the prices at her Sam's Club, and the U.S. price control bureau couldn't regulate that... For several days, Jiang Hai occasionally went out with Azalina and Wallis during the day, and spent most evenings battling with Pura Walton. She would also occasionally invite some top models over, which she enjoyed herself, and of course, Jiang Hai never refused. This daily routine of varied battles with different people finally came to an end with Pura Walton's summit. After one last encounter that night, Jiang Hai and Pura Walton both headed to Washington's airport.
However, one flew to Boston, and the other to Atlantic City.
Upon returning home, Jiang Hai resumed his usual routine: waking up in the morning for a stroll, checking on the horses, walking the dogs, and teasing the Greenland seal he had left in the swimming pool. Of course, Jiang Hai had specially installed underfloor heating in the pool for it, so the water wouldn't freeze in winter, though it was still very cold.
But have you ever considered if a Greenland seal would be afraid of the cold? Don't be ridiculous... Then he'd come back for breakfast, relax, have lunch, relax again, then dinner, and back to his room for battle... A fulfilling day ended just like that. As for Jiang Hai's idea of bringing the girls home with him, it was naturally approved unanimously. Even Ai Xiaoxi, who had originally planned to go home, was considering whether she should rush back, as it seemed inappropriate for her to be absent from a family gathering like this.
It wasn't until Jiang Hai said that they would all go back together every year from now on that she decided to go home this year first, as she had already told her parents, and filial piety came first; she hadn't seen her family in a while.
Since Chinese New Year was at the end of January, time was a bit tight, so Jiang Hai couldn't stay in Winthrop for long. He left about a week after returning home, heading back to Ice City first to buy a house, which was the most important task.
The girls would arrive in Ice City three days before New Year's, and by then, Jiang Hai would need to have everything prepared.
Originally, when Jiang Hai went back, Azalina and the others would certainly follow, but this time Jiang Hai didn't ask them to come along.
Although he had a considerable reputation in the United States, not many people knew him in China. Bringing bodyguards would only draw attention, and besides, he wouldn't be in any danger going back by himself.
Driving, Jiang Hai went to New York, then took a plane directly to the capital. In the capital, he naturally spent a night with Qi Li and Du Ning, who was stationed there, enjoying some intimacy. The next day, Jiang Hai took a plane back to Ice City.
Upon arriving in Ice City, Jiang Hai didn't feel unaccustomed at all. After all, the Ice City airport was far from the city center.
So the air wasn't much worse than in America. As for the temperature, haha, Jiang Hai, living by the sea, had the sea breeze buff, and that wind was much colder than in Ice City. Moreover, Jiang Hai had lived here for so long that he had already gotten used to it. After getting off the plane, he put on his thickest clothes, a suit made of cougar fur.
Jiang Hai had no particular feelings about fur. He believed there was nothing wrong with making fur from some animal skins.
After all, human ancestors survived this way. Now, talking about protecting animals and making artificial fur and such, have you considered what those who raise minks and rabbits think?
Jiang Hai would never do such a hypocritical thing; he felt this way was perfectly fine.
Leaving the airport, Fu Yuan and Xu Wei were already waiting for Jiang Hai in the distance. Seeing their car, Jiang Hai quickened his pace, carrying his backpack, and quickly reached the car. He opened the back door, threw his things inside, and then rubbed his hands as he squeezed in.
"Just you? Where are your wives?" Fu Yuan asked, a little puzzled, as Jiang Hai got in.
"They'll be back in a few days. I came back first to get a place to live, otherwise, it would be awkward if they arrived and had nowhere to stay." Hearing Fu Yuan's words, Jiang Hai waved his hand; it was a rare few days of freedom for him!
"Let's eat first, then you can go home." Looking at Jiang Hai, Xu Wei poked his head out from the passenger seat.
"Let's eat first. You know how bad airplane food is." Hearing Xu Wei's words, Jiang Hai waved his hand, indicating they should go eat first. The food on the plane, *cough*, if he wasn't really hungry, Jiang Hai, whose palate had become quite discerning, really couldn't eat it. So, as soon as he got off the plane, he thought about eating.
"What do you want to eat? Guo Bao Rou or something else?" Hearing Jiang Hai's words, both men laughed. This foodie Jiang Hai was the guy they knew. Fu Yuan started the car and asked Jiang Hai. (To be continued.)
Chapter 938: Buying a House Domestically
"How was your sleep last night? Didn't feel as sound without a little sister to hug?" Fu Yuan asked with a smirk as Jiang Hai came downstairs. Hearing this, Jiang Hai immediately flipped him the middle finger. Of course, their relationship was genuinely tight-knit, far exceeding what a single gesture could convey. They were 'frenemies'—you really couldn't tease someone so harshly unless they were a truly close friend.
"Hugging a blanket is the same thing. Stop talking nonsense. Where are we eating now?" Jiang Hai said to Fu Yuan after getting into the car.
"We just had Hui cuisine yesterday, what do you want to eat now? Let's grab something simple; looking at houses will take a lot of time." Hearing Jiang Hai's words, Fu Yuan started laughing. After picking up Jiang Hai yesterday, the three of them had gone out for a meal.
But it wasn't Jiang Hai's favorite *Guo Bao Rou* (Sweet and Sour Pork). Since she knew how much Jiang Hai loved it, Qi Ya had specifically learned the most authentic recipe the last time she returned. She often cooked it for Jiang Hai in her free time these days, so he wasn't lacking it.
Precisely because of this, they hadn't gone for *Guo Bao Rou* yesterday, but instead chose Hui cuisine, also known as Halal cuisine.
This type of cuisine is very common in Bingcheng—extremely common. There's no need to elaborate on the religious reasons here.
However, Jiang Hai quite liked Hui cuisine. First, because the taste was good, and second, because Hui cuisine was generally very clean.
Although setting aside the religious aspects, precisely because of their beliefs, over ninety percent of Halal restaurants—the genuinely Halal ones—are meticulous about the ingredients they use. Beef is beef, mutton is mutton, and they don't use gutter oil or other dubious substances. Therefore, the food is prepared cleanly, making it as safe as possible to eat.
Of course, whether there are fake ones is unknown, but the place Jiang Hai and his friends went to was quite reliable.
They had Braised Beef Strips, Quick-fried Tripe, and Ta Si Mi (a sweet meat dish), with steamed dumplings as the staple food. They didn't drink alcohol, and the meal was quite enjoyable.
After eating, Jiang Hai returned to his home. Jiang Hai had keys to two places in Bingcheng.
One was his own home, the place where he and his parents used to live. It had been sold originally, but he bought it back after he became wealthy. The other home was the one he shared with Qi Li. When he first left, he had placed the keys inside the house, but after their relationship recently softened, Qi Li quietly reattached the keys to his keyring. Jiang Hai noticed but didn't say anything.
It could only be said that Qi Li's action seemed rather endearing.
The house he returned to now was naturally his own home. Watching the familiar television and listening to the familiar advertisements and accents, Jiang Hai spent a quiet night at home. Fu Yuan arrived at nine o'clock the next morning.
However, only Fu Yuan came today. Xu Wei had to work. As mentioned before, Xu Wei didn't have a formal job; in the summer, he drove a minivan transporting workers to construction sites.
But in Bingcheng, this kind of work only lasts for half the year; after six months, it stops.
So, during the winter, he used to do other temporary jobs. This year, he didn't want to transport workers anymore, so he found another job: delivering packages. Although it was also hard work, the good thing was that it could be done year-round.
Jiang Hai had once thought about helping his brothers out; after all, arranging a few positions for them in the U.S. was no problem for him.
Whether it was at Qi Li's company, his own ranch, or his Rising Dragon Company, any of them would work.
Never mind if they could work; he could even support them outright. However, he was always aware of the saying, "A measure of rice saves a life, a bushel of rice breeds enmity." Simply supporting them was out of the question, because just as he wouldn't borrow money from them when he was short, things weren't that straightforward.
However, after Jiang Hai brought it up, none of them contacted him. Jiang Hai thought about it and understood why.
Currently, they were friends. Regardless of how much they earned, these were Jiang Hai's most important friends in China.
Because Jiang Hai was a homebody, he wasn't interested in making friends with the wealthy, so these people remained his friends.
But if these people went to work at Jiang Hai's wife's company, Jiang Hai's company, or his ranch, the dynamic between them would change. Perhaps their relationship with each other would remain the same, as they were all equals, but there would be a distance created between them and Jiang Hai.
Because Jiang Hai would have become their boss, not just their friend.
It was precisely for this reason that none of them planned to rely on Jiang Hai. Of course, this was only while they could still manage. If they truly couldn't make ends meet, and they asked, Jiang Hai would certainly help.
Getting into the car, Jiang Hai and Fu Yuan drove to a nearby *Shaguoju* (Clay Pot Restaurant) to eat clay pot stew. Jiang Hai couldn't remember if he had ever introduced clay pot stew before; it was common everywhere in China, but *youbing* (oily flatbread) was not so common in many places.
Clay pot stew and *youbing* are a perfect match. The clay pot stew is essentially soup, containing everything from beef and tomato, to tofu balls, to mutton, spinach, and vermicelli. The stew is easy to make; the difficult part is the *youbing*.
Truly good *youbing* isn't too thick. When freshly baked, the outside must be crispy, the inside soft, and it must be fragrant.
When soaked in the soup, the outer crisp shell shouldn't soften too quickly, while the soft inner part should absorb the broth. When you scoop it up and eat it, the combination of the crispy outside, the soft inside, and the flavor of the soup makes it truly delicious.
Of course, there's another way to eat it: leave the *youbing* uncut, order a plate of shredded potatoes (either quickly stir-fried or seasoned with chili oil), roll it up inside the bread, take a few bites of the bread, and then sip some soup. That feeling is quite wonderful.
Jiang Hai really enjoyed eating this kind of food. While he didn't love it as much as *Guo Bao Rou*, it was still quite good.
After finishing the clay pot stew and *youbing*, the two of them drove in Fu Yuan's car toward the villa district in Bingcheng.
Chinese people have always liked living in big houses; this is an eternal truth. The bigger the house, the more wealth it represents, and the better life one is living. People today also place great importance on this.
It is precisely because of this that domestic housing prices are so high—they have become somewhat outrageous.
You should know that the money required to buy an apartment in places like Suzhou or Hangzhou is enough for you to choose to emigrate. With around five million yuan, whether it's in the Magic City (Shanghai), Jiangsu/Zhejiang, the Imperial Capital (Beijing), or anywhere else, you could use that money for investment immigration and pick almost anywhere in the world you want to go.
Excluding extremely expensive cities like Paris, London, New York, Los Angeles, Tokyo, and Seoul, you could pick anywhere else. For example, five million RMB is nearly one million U.S. dollars.
If you wanted to set up a small ranch in the U.S., land costing $1,000 per acre would be considered a good location, with convenient transportation and close proximity to a city. A 500-square-meter villa in the countryside wouldn't even cost $100,000. Once you arrived, hired cowboys, and solved local labor issues, Americans would welcome you with open arms.
Even in Winthrop, which is now fairly developed, a seaside house of about 600 square meters, complete with a front garden and garage, costs only $300,000—which converts to less than two million RMB, around 1.8 million.
Who can you complain to about these housing prices? Jiang Hai could only be thankful that he didn't live in a place with such a high cost of living... Housing prices in Bingcheng were generally acceptable, ranging from cheap to expensive, heavily dependent on the location.
Because Bingcheng's economic structure had stagnated, too much land had been developed in previous years.
Mainly because Heilongjiang Province is the largest grain producer in the country, and to ensure that the entire nation has food, vast tracts of land in Heilongjiang are designated only for growing grain and cannot be used for other purposes.
The first priority for every leader is to guarantee local grain production; this is a mandatory regulation.
Consequently, efforts to attract investment or support local businesses have been unsuccessful. Bingcheng does not have any large private enterprises; all large companies are state-owned, the most famous being Hafei (Harbin Aircraft Industry Group) and Hayao (Harbin Pharmaceutical Group). There is nothing else besides these.
Precisely because of this, when the government allowed land sales, Bingcheng sold too much, but the population remained limited.
As a result, many housing developments on the outskirts of Bingcheng cannot be sold. In the marginal areas of the city, finished apartments, even those that are fully furnished, are priced as low as two or three thousand yuan per square meter, yet they still don't sell. This has indirectly lowered the overall housing prices in Bingcheng. Villas are the same way. They were built rapidly back then, but now nobody is buying them. In some areas resembling the urban-rural fringe, they might even sell for three thousand yuan per square meter. Of course, Jiang Hai wouldn't go to such a remote location.
The place they were visiting today wasn't the best villa district in Bingcheng, but it wasn't bad either. Although it was located by the river, the municipal government building was directly across the street, which was quite good. Most importantly, many people who worked for the municipal government lived in this community because it was close to work, so the security here was excellent. After all, nobody would dare cause trouble in this area, right?
Jiang Hai and Fu Yuan drove for a short time and soon arrived at the community, heading toward the sales center that hadn't been dismantled yet.
As soon as he walked in, Jiang Hai felt the heat radiating from the central heating. His eyes swept across the lobby, taking in the scale model in the center and the women wearing OL attire sitting at the reception desk in the distance, cracking sunflower seeds.
What surprised Jiang Hai was that after they walked in, these women merely glanced at them, and not a single person came over to introduce the properties. This left Jiang Hai momentarily stunned. He looked down at his clothes... were they being looked down upon?
"Huh? Is this another chance to pretend to be poor and then slap faces?" Thinking this, Jiang Hai raised an eyebrow. Although it was a bit cliché, it wasn't a bad scenario. However, just as he prepared for the face-slapping moment, a large Mercedes-Benz drove up and stopped at the entrance, and two people got out. Just as Jiang Hai expected the attendants to rush over and fawn over them, he was surprised to find that they remained completely indifferent. (To be continued.)
Chapter 939: This Attitude!
"What's the situation here?" Looking at the two people outside, they might as well have had the word 'nouveau riche' written on their foreheads. They had a Mercedes S600, and the man was wearing a short mink coat, four large gold rings on his fingers, and a thick gold chain around his neck.
The woman beside him looked young enough to be his daughter. She wore a multi-colored mink coat, a short skirt despite the deep winter, boots with outrageously high heels, heavy makeup, and a permed wavy hairstyle.
These were almost the standard face-slapping supporting characters from an urban novel. Looking at them, one could tell how abrasive they were. To facilitate a face-slapping scene, it was unclear if it would be satisfying, but it was bound to be cliché.
Even so, despite the couple reeking of money, the ladies over there remained unmoved. They continued cracking melon seeds without even lifting an eyelid. Seeing this, Jiang Hai was completely bewildered. This... wasn't following the script at all!
"What's so strange about this? These ladies are all civil servants; they don't rely on this to eat. Whether they sell anything or not has nothing to do with them; they get paid a salary regardless." Seeing Jiang Hai's confused expression, Fu Yuan couldn't help but chuckle before walking over to the counter first.
"The restrooms are over there, and there are no ordinary houses left." Seeing Jiang Hai approach, a woman who looked about forty rolled her eyes and spoke to Fu Yuan with an air of indifference. Hearing this voice, Jiang Hai felt truly exasperated... "Cough, I want to buy a villa." Looking at her, Jiang Hai lightly tapped the counter and spoke seriously.
"See for yourself. Those marked as'sold' are gone. Let me know when you've picked one, and I'll take you to see the actual property." There was no disdain; she was simply indifferent. She casually tossed out a booklet that looked like a menu. As she spoke, Jiang Hai felt a bit frustrated with nowhere to vent, especially since the two people who entered after them received the same treatment.
Jiang Hai had to admit it was his first time seeing real estate sold this way... The faces of the saleswomen here practically screamed: buy it or don't, leave if you don't want it, I don't make a commission anyway.
Under such circumstances, it would be a miracle if their attitude was good. But this also proved that this development was indeed a government project.
In China, the government's reputation is more solid than anyone else's. Government buildings, whether offices or residences, are guaranteed to have top-notch quality. Because if anything ever goes wrong, your company can just wait to go bankrupt!
In a typical development, if a piece of wall plaster falls off and kills someone, that's one thing. But if a government project loses a piece of plaster and kills someone—even if someone else chipped it off—your company is finished.
So, there was no need to worry about quality issues. Next was safety; if the neighborhood directly across from the Municipal Government wasn't safe, was there any safe place in all of Ice City? Other amenities and miscellaneous facilities were also nothing to worry about.
So, if the attitude was bad, so be it. Jiang Hai flipped through the booklet containing photos of the villas.
Each page showed a villa, its exterior, the surrounding environment, and the interior decoration.
The units at the front were smaller, while those at the back were larger, ranging from 150, 200, 260, to 300 square meters and so on.
Jiang Hai counted on his fingers. There were 24 people in his household: himself, Qi Jie, Qi Ya, Ai Xiaoxi, Feng Yunchen, Daliana, Marian, Afra, Diana, Hilda, Becky, Xila-Rodney, Auxilia, Bridget, Janice, Relis Carter, Wallis Shelley, Belyak, Valenjina, Galina, Azalina, Aler-Sala, Du Ning, and Qi Li. Of course, it was impossible for all of them to live here, but with so many people, what if they did stay here in the future?
Jiang Hai wasn't short on money now. He couldn't have everyone come over only to find there was no place to stay. Thinking of this, his original plan to buy a small villa of about 300 square meters vanished.
Of course, another reason for its quick disappearance was that the housing prices here were cheaper than expected.
The larger the villa, the cheaper it was—referring to the average price per square meter, of course. Moreover, with the recent severe crackdowns, no one dared to buy these villas! So Jiang Hai calculated that with so many people in his family, a small place definitely wouldn't work; he had to buy big.
Thus, he skipped the small villas at the front and flipped directly to the large units.
What caught his eye was a 524-square-meter unit with two floors and a total of fourteen rooms. Among them were nine bedrooms, while the other five were a study, a nursery, a storage room, a gym, and a game room. The interior decoration was already finished; it was move-in ready.
Internet cables, washing machines, kitchen equipment—everything was complete. Sofas, coffee tables, it had it all. If there was anything to buy, it would be televisions; other than that, nothing else was needed.
Although he'd have to buy air conditioners and such, they weren't needed right now.
After all, air conditioners stop working at five degrees below zero. In Ice City's winter, when was it ever above minus five?
So heating relied on radiators, which wasn't a concern. He looked further back, and this was basically the largest size available.
Jiang Hai didn't need to hesitate anymore. This house looked quite good.
"This one. Can you take us to see it?" Jiang Hai said to the woman, pointing at the villa.
"This one? Alright!" Hearing Jiang Hai's words, the woman didn't mind. She pulled a ring of keys from a drawer and, while cracking melon seeds, led Jiang Hai and Fu Yuan out of the hall.
The three of them walked into the neighborhood. As soon as they entered, Jiang Hai nodded inwardly; this place was truly nice.
The entire neighborhood covered a significant area. It was surrounded by multi-story buildings, all seven stories high. However, despite being multi-story, every building had several elevators, so there was no need to climb stairs. Whether in terms of architecture or design, they were European-style buildings with a Soviet flair. Against the white snow, they truly had an exotic charm.
Inside the neighborhood, there were many green belts with numerous trees. Of course, the green belts were currently covered in snow... There were many roads, but not many cars inside the neighborhood, as most were in the underground parking lot. Those parked on the surface were only there temporarily.
There were about twenty to thirty multi-story buildings around. Further in were the supporting facilities.
There was a swimming pool, a fitness center, shopping areas, and a supermarket. Most household needs could be met without leaving the neighborhood. Further past these areas was the villa district.
In the center of the villa district was an artificial lake, not very deep—about a meter and a half—but the scenery looked good.
It had pavilions and towers, everything you could want. However, the lake's surface was now entirely covered in ice, frozen solid. The neighborhood's property management had flooded it to create a rink where residents could skate for free.
Right now, quite a few kids were having fun on the ice rink.
Villas of various sizes were situated around the lake, some far and some near. The one Jiang Hai had his eye on was not far from the lake; the location was excellent. Otherwise, it wouldn't be selling for over forty million for five hundred square meters.
This neighborhood was actually built five years ago. Construction in Ice City is relatively slow, so it took three years. Three years ago, these houses already had owners, especially these villas—high-ranking officials and such. Well, everyone understands; though nominally owned by businessmen, everyone knew who actually lived there... Unexpectedly, however, the current Emperor ascended the throne during those years. A new Emperor brings a new court.
Moreover, the current Emperor had been consistently fighting corruption. When the superior has a preference, the subordinates will surely follow.
Even banquets with public funds were no longer allowed. If they were discovered living in such grand villas, well, there was really nothing else to say but 'hehe'. So, even though these houses were fully decorated, no one dared to claim them, let alone live in them.
Under these circumstances, they had to be sold. Initially, the price was set at 200 million, but no one bought. Later, it was 100 million, still no buyers. A year ago, the price was set at 50 million and couldn't be lowered further, or it would be a loss... How much did it cost to acquire this land? The interior decoration was definitely the highest level for the commoner class. Just for one bathroom, the fixtures were imported from Italy; decorating a single bathroom cost over 200,000. This villa had five bathrooms, not to mention the other areas. So now, at 46 million, it couldn't be lowered anymore. Today, Jiang Hai had come across it. Following the lady, he opened the main door and stepped into the villa they had chosen.
Upon entering, he smelled a musty odor, which was normal. There was also a lot of dust in the villa, which was also normal.
After entering, Fu Yuan's phone didn't stop snapping photos. For him, opportunities to come here weren't common, let alone coming inside to see. Meanwhile, Jiang Hai was checking everywhere—water, electricity, gas, and the furniture.
After a circuit lasting over half an hour, Jiang Hai confirmed there were no issues with the villa and nodded.
"How does it look? If you're buying, we'll go back and sign the contract. I'll also need to call the bank people over to handle your loan and such. If you haven't taken a liking to it, then forget it; you can also look at other unsold ones." Seeing Jiang Hai nod after his inspection, the lady brushed the melon seed husks off her hands and asked him.
"No need to call the bank; I'll pay in full." Hearing the lady's words, Jiang Hai smiled. A bank? Did he need one? (To be continued.)