bestfiction Chapter 466 Addicted to Buying Houses
Chapter 466 Addicted to Buying Houses
Zhuang Chaoying and Engineer Lin sat to one side, leisurely peeling sunflower seeds while watching the television screen.
Just listen to the experts in reverse. Experts are the least credible people. As soon as an expert speaks, the masses start to think in the opposite direction. If we do what they say, people will die.
Take buying a house, for example. Experts advise against it, but they think it's actually a signal.
Zhuang Chaoying looked at Song Ying. "Song, do you think the house is big enough?"
Song Ying reached out and took the sunflower seeds Wu Feng handed her. "There's not enough space, especially in Shanghai. I heard that seven or eight people have to squeeze into a space of just over ten square meters."
Zhuang Chaoying nodded and analyzed seriously. "There really isn't enough housing. So the authorities will definitely accelerate the development of commercial housing. Right now, the highest price in Shanghai is 2,300 yuan per square meter. It's very possible that in a few years it will rise to 3,000, 4,000, 5,000, or even 10,000 yuan."
Song Ying was somewhat incredulous. "Teacher Zhuang, is it a set?"
"Yiping!"
Lin Wufeng also has his own unique insights into real estate.
He felt that following the policies from above would generally prevent him from making any mistakes.
In recent years, the government has been vigorously developing commercial housing, and the general trend in the future is unlikely to deviate significantly.
After all, those self-employed business owners and factory managers without employer-provided housing will inevitably have to spend a lot of money to buy their own homes. In this way, it not only increases government revenue but also improves people's living conditions, making it a win-win situation.
Lin Gong keenly sensed his thoughts. "Professor Zhuang, you want to buy a house?"
Lin Gong is the one who truly understands him!
Zhuang Chaoying didn't speak, but simply nodded with a smile.
After Teacher Zhuang and Sister Ling left, Song Ying took a shower and then returned to her room.
She sat in front of the dressing table, dried her hair, and then climbed into bed, picking up the cookbook next to her pillow to look at it.
A short while later, Lin Wufeng also got into bed.
Song Ying then put down her book. "Wu Feng, what did Teacher Zhuang mean by that today? Will house prices really rise to 10,000?"
Lin Wufeng frowned slightly and pondered for a moment.
"I understand the current economic market less and less. But one thing is certain: every household has more money, life is getting better, and more and more young people are getting married. Things are always more valuable when they are scarce. There are only so many houses, and when there is more demand, prices naturally go up."
Upon hearing this, Song Ying recalled the scene when her family bought the house.
We bought our house two months later than Sister Ling's, and it cost us almost two thousand more. The house outside the city had doubled in value.
This price barrier really gave them a hard time, and they were constantly worried that money would become less and less valuable.
Lost in thought, she suddenly sat up, her eyes resolute. "Buy it, Wu Feng, let's buy a house in Shanghai too!"
Lin Wufeng was quite startled by her sudden action and said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
"How many sets do you want to buy? How much money do you have?"
Without saying a word, Song Ying immediately got up and started looking for her bankbook.
After finding it, she quickly sat back on the bed, picked up the calculator, and started calculating seriously.
After a while, she said excitedly, "Wu Feng, these two deposit slips, plus the 6,383.52 yuan in the passbook, make a total of 166,383.52 yuan."
Lin Wufeng took the savings book from her. "I'll use 160,000 to buy a house, and keep the remaining 6,000 for emergencies at home. It's reassuring to have some extra money on hand."
Song Ying nodded. "Okay, I'll listen to you."
It has to be said that Zhuang Chaoying and Huang Ling's addiction to buying houses has also influenced their neighbors, Lin Wufeng and Song Ying.
Now, whenever they have a little money, they get itchy and want to buy a house.
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Soon, it was August 20th, less than fifteen days before Shanshan was to leave the country.
Her passport had been processed long ago, and all her savings had been converted into cash, leaving only one hundred dollars in cash for emergencies. Everything was ready, and when the time came, she boarded a plane to go abroad.
At this moment, Shan Shan sat quietly in a chair at home.
No matter how much she hated him as her father, she was leaving eventually, and she still had to come back to see Xiaojun.
So many years have passed, but she doesn't harbor any hatred towards Zhang Amei. After all, Zhang Amei has always done her laundry and cooked for her since she was a child, and she's never gone hungry.
After thinking it over, the root of the problem lies with her father. He doesn't even care about his own child, so how can he blame others?
When Lao Wu learned that his daughter was going to study in the United States, his first thought was, "Shanshan is leaving. Going to Shanghai wasn't enough, now she's going abroad too. She really doesn't care about her father anymore." But then he thought, "Xiaojun is still at home. Shanshan will definitely take care of her own brother." Thinking this way, he felt relieved.
Now, all that's left is for Shanshan to go abroad to study, to make him proud and bring him honor. He thought to himself, no matter how capable Teacher Zhuang is, none of his children have gone abroad. Although he himself isn't very educated, Shanshan is determined to go abroad, which is unique in the cotton mill.
Mr. Wu is trying to mend the rift between him and his daughter that has lasted for many years.
He beamed. "Shanshan, great! You're the most successful one in our Wu family! None of your uncles' or aunts' children even went to university, but you're going abroad. Dad can walk with his back straight now at the factory. This is truly bringing honor to our ancestors!"
Just then, Zhang Amei came over carrying a plate of watermelon. "Shanshan, have some watermelon. Xiaomin bought it; it's quite sweet."
"Thank you."
Old Wu slapped his thigh excitedly and said loudly.
"I want to treat everyone to a meal, little sister! Get our family savings book out, I want to treat everyone to a meal! Before, it was Teacher Zhuang and Song Ying who treated everyone, but this time our family has to treat everyone too. Our Shanshan has made something of herself, this is a huge joyous occasion, even if it costs money, Daddy is happy to do it!"
Upon hearing this, Wu Shanshan couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.
In her opinion, how much money can be spent on treating someone to a meal?
Back then, just because her grades were better than Xiaomin's, her father was afraid that her stepmother would lose face, so he didn't support her going to high school.
Only she knows the hardships she endured during those three years of high school, studying hard while also trying to earn living expenses and tuition.
Now his dad isn't afraid to spend money anymore, and even said he wants to show off his savings account to outsiders.
"Dad, food doesn't cost much. I don't believe you only have a few hundred yuan in your savings account."
Old Wu swallowed hard, cleared his throat, and explained somewhat flusteredly.
"Shanshan, bank interest rates are high, so your mom and I deposited all our money. We didn't mean anything by it, so don't overthink it."
Shanshan responded coldly, "Dad, I didn't think much of it. You're overthinking it."
Then she turned her head. "Xiaojun, come out for a walk with me."