bestfiction Chapter 107 Song Ying's family also wants to buy a house
Chapter 107 Song Ying's family also wants to buy a house
Lin Wufeng sat in the dimly lit room, holding a bankbook in his hand.
Song Ying sat on the bed, fiddling with knitting needles, yarn swirling around her fingertips.
"Wu Feng, what are you staring at the bankbook for?"
Lin Wufeng snapped out of his reverie: "Honey, over the past six months, plus our previous savings, we've saved up six thousand yuan. I have an idea in mind that I'd like to share with you."
Song Ying paused slightly, stopped what she was doing, gently placed the knitting needles beside the bed, and looked up. "Wu Feng, is something on your mind?"
Lin Wufeng stood up, walked to Song Ying's side, handed her the passbook, and sat down next to her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "I've always kept in mind something Teacher Zhuang said during a casual chat last year. He said that the country's current situation is one of opening up the market, and that all industries will undergo significant changes in the future. Take housing, for example; the demand will definitely increase, and there won't be enough houses to live in. The market will open up sooner or later."
Song Ying's gaze fell on the string of numbers on the bankbook, her brows furrowed, still not quite understanding: "Wu Feng, I still don't quite understand what you mean."
Looking at his wife's innocent and adorable appearance, Lin Wufeng couldn't help but reach out and gently pinch her cheek. He secretly rejoiced that his son, Lin Dongzhe, had gone to Teacher Zhuang's house to do his homework; otherwise, if the boy had overheard their conversation, he might have started asking all sorts of questions. "To put it simply, I want to take advantage of this time and use this money to buy a house."
"buy house?"
Song Ying suddenly stood up from the bed, her eyes wide open.
She glanced out the window instinctively, afraid someone would overhear her audacious idea, then lowered her voice: "Wu Feng, are you out of your mind? We're living here perfectly well, why bother buying a house?"
Lin Wufeng also stood up and put his hands on Song Ying's shoulders: "Song Ying, we have to think about Dongzhe. Although Xiaoting and Teacher Zhuang help him with his studies, I'm really worried that he won't get into university because of his mischievous nature."
"He'll probably go to a vocational school or something. Our apartment is so small; once he's settled down and has a family, he won't even have a place to live. Look at things now, prices are rising so fast; I reckon house prices will definitely go up too."
Song Ying couldn't help but feel a headache whenever she thought of her mischievous and smart son, Lin Dongzhe, who didn't put all his attention into his studies.
She sighed, and after a moment of silence, said, "Buy it! Wu Feng, I'll do as you say, buy it!"
But as soon as she finished speaking, she deflated like a punctured balloon, looking somewhat dejected: "Wu Feng, everyone is short of housing, who would sell a house?"
Lin Wufeng's lips curled up slightly as he pulled a crumpled piece of paper from his pocket with a phone number written on it. "This is the number Teacher Zhuang left me. I tried calling it at work and he said there really is a courtyard there, not far from here, but I haven't been to see it yet."
Upon hearing this, Song Ying's eyes lit up, but then she became worried again. She pulled Lin Wufeng back to sit on the bed. "Wufeng, do you think I should ask Sister Ling's opinion first?"
After all, the fact that Teacher Zhuang told you about this and gave you her phone number means she doesn't consider us outsiders. Listening to her thoughts might give us some advice.
Lin Wufeng carefully considered his wife's words and felt that they made sense.
Teacher Zhuang was willing to tell me such a secret, which clearly showed that he was sincere.
He nodded: "Okay, Sister Ling and Teacher Zhuang should both be home. Let's call them over and discuss it together."
The two got up and walked to the door. Lin Wufeng said, "Sister Ling, Teacher Zhuang, Wufeng and I have some things we want to discuss with you!"
At this moment, at Teacher Zhuang's home, Zhuang Chaoying was patiently tutoring Xiaoting and Dongzhe with their homework.
Hearing Lin Wufeng's shout, he and A Ling exchanged a glance. "You two keep writing, your mother and I will go check on you."
Huang Ling responded softly, and then walked out of the room with Zhuang Chaoying, heading towards Lin Wufeng's house.
"Sister Ling, Teacher Zhuang, have some water!"
Song Ying took two bottles of orange juice from the refrigerator and handed them over.
Huang Ling smiled as she took the orange juice and gently placed it on the table. She looked at Song Ying and said, "Song Ying, just say what's on your mind. Why are you being so polite all of a sudden? Is there something important you want to discuss with us?"
Lin Wufeng glanced at Song Ying, who nodded slightly.
Lin Wufeng began, "Professor Zhuang, do you remember what you told me before about the market economy and the demand for housing?"
Zhuang Chaoying pushed up her glasses and nodded slightly: "I remember. What's wrong, Engineer Lin? Are you thinking of buying a house?"
Lin Wufeng nodded heavily: "Yes, Teacher Zhuang. Song Ying and I have discussed it carefully. We can put other things aside for now, but we must plan for Dongzhe's future."
“I called this guy named Quan a few days ago, and he really does have a courtyard house for sale.”
Looking at Song Ying and her husband, Huang Ling couldn't help but wonder if they didn't have enough money.
After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Song Ying, Engineer Lin, is it because you don't have enough money? If you're short, would you like us to lend you some? Song Ying and I are good friends, it's only right that we help each other out."
Lin Wufeng quickly waved his hand, his face full of gratitude: "No need, no need, Sister Ling, we should have enough money saved up. It's just that we're still a little unsure about buying a house, which is why we thought we'd discuss it with you."
Zhuang Chaoying and Huang Ling exchanged a glance. Since things had come to this point, Zhuang Chaoying no longer intended to keep it from them.
He glanced at Huang Ling, who nodded slightly.
“Song Ying, our two families have lived together for five years now, and there are some things I don’t want to hide from you. Actually, Chao Ying and I bought a yard last year.”
"what?"
Song Ying stared wide-eyed at Huang Ling in surprise, her mouth slightly agape, seemingly unable to believe it. "Sister Ling, really? Is it really possible to buy and sell houses now? Will there be any problems?"
Huang Ling smiled and nodded: "Sure, Song Ying. The policy is gradually being relaxed now. As long as the procedures are complete, there won't be any problems."
Lin Wufeng had already anticipated this. Since Teacher Zhuang could say those things to him, he must have his own thoughts as well.
Besides, Teacher Zhuang earns a good amount of money from writing novels, so she's definitely more financially comfortable than me. "Sister Ling, Teacher Zhuang, don't worry, Song Ying and I will absolutely not tell anyone about this. We're neighbors who know each other inside and out, so we'll definitely keep this a secret."
Huang Ling turned slightly to the side and lowered her voice: "This Quan is quite reliable. We asked him to help us make the contact. He has some connections in this area and is a pretty honest person. If you ask him, you shouldn't be at a disadvantage."
Song Ying quickly handed the orange juice to Huang Ling again: "Sister Ling, have some water. After asking you, Wu Feng and I feel more at ease, otherwise we'd always been a little scared. Buying a house is no small matter; if something goes wrong, it could be a real problem. Yes, we're scared!"