I don't want to live again

Chapter 90 090 Old House

The man is 26 and seven years old, about 1.7 meters six, with an old-fashioned look on his body.

"What do you need, sir?" he asked.

Song Qingcheng nodded: "I want to buy an old house, do you have any suitable recommendations?"

"Old bungalows? Yes, the big ones are more than 600 square meters, and the small ones are three to four hundred square meters, but not too many, because most of them are officially owned and require some procedures."

The man responded, and then handed over a business card: "What's your name, sir?"

"Song Qingcheng." Song Qingcheng responded and looked down. His name was Guan Chao.

Guan Chao straightened his clothes, he was very energetic, and his body was still filled with a faint smell of perfume. He said softly, "What does Mr. Song want?"

"Can you see?" Song Qingcheng asked.

Guan Chao nodded: "Okay, let's go."

He took the key, locked the door, and the two walked to the area of ​​the old bungalows. The road here is quite spacious, and there are four houses for sale.

The biggest set is indeed very big, with a yard of [-] square meters, and one side is the Suzhou River. They are connected together, and Song Qingcheng immediately fell in love with it.

"How much is this set?" Song Qingcheng asked.

Guan Chao said softly: "This set is 630 square meters in total, 400 million."

Song Qingcheng nodded. After reading all four sets, he thought two sets were good, this set, and the next set, which was smaller but also very good.

Originally, he didn't want to buy a house, and wanted to use the extra money to buy NetEase stocks, but if he doesn't buy these houses now, they will disappear in the future.

In the future, such a house would not be able to be bought even for [-] to [-] million yuan. He thought for a while and said, "Includes the agency fee?"

"You can! As long as Mr. Song wants, we will handle it." Guan Chao said seriously.

Song Qingcheng smiled: "Yes...is this a private residence?"

"It's a private one. The official one may be cheaper, but the cost of the formalities is higher, not too much." Guan Chao nodded.

Song Qingcheng responded: "Okay, let's buy this set."

The two walked back to the store, Song Qingcheng looked at the shanty town on one side, and said softly: "Is there a house for sale over there?"

"Mr. Song wants to wait for the demolition?" Guan Chao asked, then shook his head: "The demolition has not yet come, and I think it will basically be demolished, so no one wants the houses inside.

You can buy a set for hundreds of thousands, and it’s quite big, and you can also sell small ones for tens of thousands. Now most of the houses inside have been remodeled and sell various things. There are many people who come to buy. "

Song Qingcheng nodded, entered the store with him, signed the contract, and he made an appointment with the landlord in front of him. The landlord said that he would come over to deal face-to-face tomorrow, and went directly to the real estate transaction center.

"Mr. Guan, I want to buy a few houses over there. It is best to connect them together so that we can open several stores." Song Qingcheng looked at Guan Chao.

Guan Chao was stunned, then nodded: "Okay, I'll take care of it. Let's go and have a look when Mr. Song comes over tomorrow. The house over there is not expensive, so it's easy to deal with."

Song Qingcheng smiled, five years later, the place should be demolished, he can buy a house and open a store, and in such a place, he can also open a hot pot restaurant.

Alternatively, it would be nice to open a drink shop.

Guan Chao sent Song Qingcheng to the car, seeing that he was looking at a BMW, his eyes flickered.

When Song Qingcheng drove away, he sighed in his heart, he was still short of money, otherwise he would have bought all these old houses.

It's a pity that after a few years, I can't buy it even if I want to.

However, he is bound to get the shares of NetEase, so he can borrow a sum of money from the bank after a while, and buy some shares of NetEase first.

He intends to invest 50 U.S. dollars, converted to tens of thousands of domestic currency, which should be enough for him.

In 2003, he resold it. Even if it was [-] times more, it would be [-] million US dollars. Song Qingcheng felt that there was nothing else to do.

This is definitely richer than him in his previous life, no matter what he does, he has enough confidence.

After the new year, he must go to Hong Kong once to deal with this matter...or go to Korea again?Korea is also available.

It just so happened that he stopped by to meet the game developers of Webzen. If he wanted them to work in China, he had to show some sincerity.

He also promised Yang Zhanpeng to go once before, so he will go once after the new year to find a suitable opportunity.

Back home, when Song Qingcheng opened the door, he smiled slightly, the door was not locked, Xie Fangfei should have come.

The sound of cooking came from the kitchen, Song Qingcheng changed his shoes and walked in.

It was cold, Xie Fangfei wore a pair of skinny jeans, and a white shirt on her upper body, which was tied into the waistband of the trousers. The moon was full, catching her eyes.

When Song Qingcheng opened the door, she turned her head to look, smiled, he walked over, stood behind her, hugged her waist, and pressed against her tightly.

Xie Fangfei's face turned red, but she didn't say anything. She didn't reject this level of intimacy, after all, she was Song Qingcheng's girlfriend.

"What delicious food?" Song Qingcheng asked.

Xie Fangfei said angrily, "I cooked braised pork, as well as hairy crabs and steamed mandarin fish."

While talking, she picked up a piece of meat and handed it to his mouth. The braised pork tasted very fragrant, it was so crispy and delicious.

"It's so delicious!" Song Qingcheng praised.

Xie Fangfei smiled: "Then you go out and wait, I'll make it in a while, let's eat early."

Song Qingcheng reached out his hand in front of her, squeezed it, and then left.

Xie Fangfei does have a good figure, but the chance is not there yet.

When I was sitting on the sofa, the phone rang, and when I picked it up, the voice of Wanwan rang: "Husband, do you miss me?"

"Think about it! When will you be back?" Song Qingcheng asked.

Wanwan smiled and said: "I will go back around the middle of the month, the first program I mentioned has already passed, and I will be on "The Voice" first, and recently I have been talking with the station.

The TV station has agreed with you to take the advertising share, but it cannot be done in the name of an individual, but the contract must be signed in the name of the company.

You can get 10% advertising revenue, why don't my husband sign up for an entertainment company, this matter is considered successful, I will watch it for you. "

"Great!" Song Qingcheng praised, 10% share, which is really amazing.

I believe that if it wasn't for Wanwan, it would be almost impossible for him to get such a share. The advertisements of "The Voice" definitely cost [-] million a year, and he won't have a problem getting tens of millions, which is enough.

"Wanwan, if you fax your ID card, you will be considered a shareholder." Song Qingcheng said lightly.

Wanwan was stunned for a moment, then angrily said: "No need, I don't need it."

"We are a family, why don't you need it?" Song Qingcheng said with a straight face.

Wanwan giggled: "Then I'll pass it on to you... By the way, I can stay for a few more days when I go back in the middle of the month. Remember to pick me up at the train station."

"Don't worry, I'm happy." Song Qingcheng said with a smile.

He is indeed very happy. With the bowls, he can directly serve a big bowl of noodles.

　Today is the second update, thank you everyone!Really, thank you everyone, work hard to get it on the shelves!

　　I have been doing nucleic acid recently, either poking my throat or nose. I vomited yesterday. I am under a lot of pressure every day. I will be affected when I write a book. I hope you understand.

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