Chapter 1206: Buying a House

Manipulating people's hearts also requires skill.

For example, if Zhao Fusheng treated Zhang Qian and his comrades well, as long as he ensured these former soldiers had no worries about food and clothing, then according to Zhang Qian's understanding of his comrades, the returns Zhao Fusheng would receive would exceed his imagination. In fact, as long as he didn't betray the country, no matter what Zhao Fusheng chose to do, these people would be his strongest support.

"Don't worry, I'll have them come as soon as possible," Zhang Qian nodded to Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled: "First, give each of them some settling-in allowance."

These people were not well-off. Giving them some money to settle their family affairs, Zhao Fusheng felt, would make them more willing to serve him.

Zhang Qian was naturally very happy. Although he now worked for Zhao Fusheng, his bond with those comrades had lasted for so many years. Now that he had the chance to help them live a better life, he was in a good mood.

Having arranged this matter, Zhao Fusheng felt much lighter. There had been too many things going on recently, making him somewhat paranoid.

Everyone makes promises, but not everyone has the chance to fulfill them.

For Zhao Fusheng, family was everything. Their existence changed his perception of real life, so he paid more attention to their feelings.

"Let's go, home."

Zhao Fusheng spoke slowly, urging Zhang Qian.

The car moved forward slowly. Both Zhang Qian and Zhao Fusheng knew that in the days ahead, they would face more challenges. But isn't life like that? Without challenges, well, it would actually be pretty good too.

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"Buy a house?"

Fan Baobao looked at Zhao Fusheng strangely, somewhat puzzled.

"What's so strange about that?"

Asked by her, Zhao Fusheng was a bit baffled instead. He said in surprise: "Don't you think, with Beibei studying here and the bodyguards and assistants, our current house is no longer suitable?"

Fan Baobao was taken aback, then understood what Zhao Fusheng meant. Clearly, with the increase in people around them, the current house no longer met their needs.

"Then what about this house? Sell it?" Fan Baobao thought for a moment and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng shook his head. Crazy, selling a house on the Third Ring Road now? Only a fool would do that. Just leave this house here, and in a few years, its price would easily multiply tenfold.

In his view, whether in Shanghai or the capital, or first-tier cities like Guangzhou and Shenzhen, he planned to buy several houses before housing prices skyrocketed.

Thinking of this, Zhao Fusheng couldn't help but laugh. Even if his business failed in the future, he could still rely on the rent from these houses to get by.

Hmm, buy thirty houses in each city, collect rent from one house each day, then cross it off. Occasionally, when a month has a 31st day, he could take a rest.

Just thinking about it was delightful.

"What are you thinking about?"

At that moment, Fan Baobao's voice interrupted Zhao Fusheng's daydreaming.

"Ahem, nothing," Zhao Fusheng coughed dryly and said to Fan Baobao: "No need to sell the house. We might come back to live here sometime. Just buy a new duplex apartment."

Fan Baobao had no objection to his suggestion. The next morning, the two of them took Fan Beibei to the sales office.

Seeing Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao enter with Fan Beibei, the salesperson quickly approached.

Buying a house is different from other sales industries. Everyone who walks into a sales office is a potential customer. A good salesperson judges a customer's affordability by their appearance, but any sensible salesperson wouldn't look down on others.

That kind of cliché plot only appears in TV dramas and movies. It has to be said that sometimes the brains of scriptwriters are even more terrifying than idiots.

"What a beautiful child," the saleswoman complimented Fan Beibei first, then smiled at Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao: "Excuse me, how can I help you?"

The young lady was quite pretty, at least an 8 out of 10.

Zhao Fusheng and Fan Baobao exchanged a glance without speaking. Fan Baobao looked around and said casually: "Buy a house."

Huh?

The saleswoman was dumbfounded. The girl looked familiar, and the young man beside her seemed somewhat dignified. The little girl they were holding didn't seem to be their child—maybe a relative or younger sister. But the problem was, who walks into a sales office and just says "buy a house"?

That move was too direct.

Fortunately, she was an old hand. After a moment of daze, she quickly recovered and said with a smile to Fan Baobao: "Ma'am, have you learned about the various layouts of our Bi Hai Qing Tian Manor before?"

Fan Baobao shook her head bluntly: "No."

The saleswoman's mouth twitched. Well, this customer hadn't done any preparation and just came straight in.

But she could understand. Either this customer knew nothing about buying a house and would turn into a fountain of questions later, or she was so rich that she didn't care about the small details.

"Then please come this way. Let me introduce the features of our community," the saleswoman led Fan Baobao toward the model of the community.

Zhao Fusheng didn't follow. He gestured for Zhang Qian to go along, while he held Fan Beibei's hand and wandered around nearby.

Zhao Fusheng knew a thing or two about real estate sales tactics. In his view, at least current real estate sales were still fairly conscientious. If it were a dozen years later, they would really cheat people to death.

Even Zhao Fusheng himself had done advertising for real estate projects. Thinking back, he couldn't help but laugh.

If there was a kindergarten next to the community, it would be called a scholarly family, academic humanities, a century-old school shaded by greenery. If there was a wasteland, it would be a super green space with an unobstructed view. Mountains and waters have boundaries, but my heart has none.

If the building design was flawed, resulting in small distances between buildings, they would say: Harmonious neighbors, warm life, the way of living with give and take, I have direction.

If it was too remote with nothing around, the developers would say: Poetic and picturesque, return to nature, to see a thousand miles, climb another floor.

As for decoration, if the installed security door looked good, they would say: Noble land, welcome, spacious mansion, gather wind and gather energy.

If the community was in a bustling area, it would be: Sitting in the city's prosperity, displaying the smile of a prince, not yielding to imperial families. If in the suburbs, it would be: Far from the city's noise, a grand family, treasuring the city and nature. If there was a ditch, it would be: A unique waterfront garden, a hermit in the garden, viewing the lake, enjoying what you think.

Well, in Zhao Fusheng's view now, this set of rhetoric was simply inhumane.

But there was no help for it. Starting around 2010, the domestic real estate market fell into a strange cycle. The higher the price, the more people were willing to pay, as if if they didn't buy now, they would never be able to. Often, when two young people got married, they would drain the savings of both sets of parents, and then everyone would become mortgage slaves.

To be fair, Zhao Fusheng didn't know what interests were behind this, but he was well aware that since he couldn't stop it, he might as well get a piece of the pie.

"Brother, are we moving to a new home?" Fan Beibei looked up and asked Zhao Fusheng.

Zhao Fusheng smiled slightly: "Yes, then Beibei can have her own room. You can buy whatever you like, okay?"

"Hmm, can I have a pink bed?" Fan Beibei blinked her eyes and said cautiously.

Since she was little, she had been a pink fanatic. She liked pink toys and pink clothes. Now hearing Zhao Fusheng say she could have her own room, her first reaction was to want a big pink bed.

"Of course," Zhao Fusheng chuckled and ruffled her hair.

Perhaps he should bring his mother here to enjoy life. At that moment, that thought popped into Zhao Fusheng's mind.